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them in on all the juicy details. Before we adjourned our
lunch meeting, one of my sweet friends led us in a group prayer.
She had been raised by agnostic, hippie parents and had recently
become a brand-spankin’-new Christian. Not to mock her enthusiasm,
but I had never seen anyone so excited to have discovered Jesus.
Her new found spirituality was actually quite sincere and
refreshing.
    She delighted in asking us all to hold
hands and bow our heads as she offered up a prayer, “We come to you
today, dear Lord, on behalf of our sister. Please be with her
tomorrow night. Give her confidence and guide her every step.
Please be with the man she is meeting, Father. Open his eyes and
heart to her. Dear God, we pray this man is the answer to her
prayers. We know she deserves a good man, oh Father, and we ask you
to intercede in her favor. Oh, and dear Lord, please help her keep
her britches on! In sweet Jesus’s name we pray…”
    And all my girlfriends giggled to a
chorus of “Amen!”.
    With that, I had the blessing of my
friends and God himself. This was going to be THE first date of a
lifetime!

Chapter 10
    In the Flesh
    House immaculately cleaned—check!
Shower—check! Legs and pits shaved—check! Chilled bottle of wine
opened to breathe—check! Nails—check! Lotion, deodorant, and
perfume—check! Hair and make-up—check! Teeth brushed and mouthwash
swished—check! Chanel No. 5 spritzed ever-so-sparingly on my
wrists, between my breasts, and on my hair—check! Bangin’ hot
outfit—check!
    Everything was ready and in its place.
He was scheduled to arrive in 15 minutes. I had never been this
nervous or apprehensive about a first date. I had to force myself
not to go back to my old way of thinking. I had a brief Stewart
Smalley moment when I stood in front of my mirror to check my look
one last time.
    I gave the mirror a cheesy grin and
recited to myself, “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and
dog-gone-it—he’s gonna like me!”
    That quick moment of levity relaxed me
a bit. Plus the fact that I looked my best gave me a much needed
boost of confidence. I didn’t just look good; I looked damn good!
My hard work at the gym had paid off. My last set of measurements
read 5’8”, 138 pounds, 38-28-38. Yeah, baby!
    My chosen attire was nothing short of
fabulous. No, it wasn’t the white cotton blouse or leopard capris.
It was even better.
    My blouse was a deep blue paisley print
with subtle touches of deep green, burgundy, and a fawn color
accented with metallic gold thread. It was a long sleeved, fitted
button down made from stretch satin and had princess seams down the
front. It seductively hugged the curves of my upper body in all the
right places. I left just enough buttons undone at the top to
barely show a hint of cleavage.
    The pants were killer! They were quite
a find: soft fawn colored suede leather, boot cut to fit perfectly
over my tall heeled Luccheses. But the best part: the pants fit me
like a glove! They accentuated my curvaceous hips and long legs
superbly. I wouldn’t have any problem in leading the way. Those
pants would give him quite a nice view from behind.
    Underneath it all, I wore a decadent
navy blue, lacy bra and panty set I purchased with a Victoria’s
Secret gift card one of my sisters had sent in the mail, just for
this occasion. She was the sister who had taught me
well.
    I took her advice to heart, “No matter
what you wear on the outside, always wear something sexy
underneath!”
    I kept my accessories simple. The gold
hoop earrings would look pretty against my long, brown hair. No
necklace—I didn’t want to risk the clasp getting stuck in my hair.
I adorned my wrists with multiple, delicate gold bangles that set
off the gold in my blouse.
    Okay. I was ready. I kept repeating to
myself, “I can do this, I can do this” between deep, cleansing
breaths while pacing the floor of my tiny living room.
    I prayed he would be as down-to-Earth
as I had heard he was. Please,