To say I am insanely nervous while standing in front of my mirror, in the thirteenth outfit I've tried on, would be the understatement of a century. I'm not usually this stressed over dates, in fact I not usually this stressed over anything. But there is something about the words "blind date" that have me completely unhinged. I don't how I let the team talk me into this. Oh now I remember they ganged up on me, Charlie, Guy, Connie, Kenny, Russ and Dwayne. They cornered me in the damn locker room last week and wouldn't let me go till I agreed. I tried to get out of it last night, but Kenny was talked me out of it. He can be very persuasive at times. The other five had merely said
"Jules it's time to move on, it's been over a year." Over a year since Scooter was killed in that car jacking, if he would've just given that maniac the keys, I'd be spending the night with him. But no that damn Bentley was more important. Listen to me, here I am blaming him. Sick isn't it? It's been a year since I even considered going out with another man. But being that I'm out numbered, I suppose I'll go. According to Connie this dude is absolutely perfect. Good looking, fun, kind, a great hockey player, smart and quiet. There's only two men I've ever met that posses those qualities, one was Scooter the other is… will never mind who he is. What I'm really thinking right now is if he's so great, why's he single? Then to top it all off we're going to some outrageously expensive restaurant for dinner, meaning he's got cash to spare. Yet another factor adding the ulcer this night is already giving me.

My door just opened but it's only Connie, the girls giving me a Cheshire cat grin, because I'm doing the same thing I was when she left a half hour ago. Not mention the amusement she's getting from my anxiety.

"Julie you're still haven't picked out an outfit?" She's asking while sitting on her bed

"Does it look like I have?" I grumble, no guys worth this aggravation I've decided. Not even the guy of my dreams, the unnamed guy from earlier.

Connie hisses at me and makes claws with her hands
"I thought they called you get because of your reflexes, not your attitude."

"This isn't funny I have nothing to wear." Alright I'm whining now this is pathetic

"Wear your blue dress, it's not the crisis your making this into."

"Easy for you to say, you know who this guys is." I wonder over to my closet and pull out the dress I wore to my cousins wedding, while Connie searches her jewelry box in search of these earring Guy gave her for Christmas she swears will look awesome whit my dress.

"Hurry up, you've gotta meet him in twenty minutes." To prolong their enjoyment and my agony, they had decided rather then having him pick me up at my dorm room I have meet him there.

"How will I know it's him again?" I try to get more information out of my roommate all I get is
"You'll know when you see him."

I don't see how that's possible, this is a blind date, it could be any boy in the world. They could be fixing me up with Averman for god sakes. Of course they wouldn't if they wanted to live to see graduation.

Connie found her earring and I'm putting them in. I must admit I look pretty decent. I may impress this dude yet, not that the idea is appealing to me at the moment. Well here I go.

Look at this they even have a taxi waiting for me. God they know me so well, they knew I was going to skip out on this. Well I have not choice now.

I'm at the restaurant and I see him sitting at a table, at least I hope it's him. Connie promised me the guy of my dreams, if this is my date she nailed it. I'm approaching the table holding my breath and sit down across from him. He's smiles at me and his blue eyes sparkle.

"Hi Adam, what are you doing here?" If he says what I hope he says I'll faint

"The team set me up on a blind date. You?"

"The same, they were right I am eating with my fantasy man."