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I think I need to do me some shopping!”  She giggled as she handed me my phone and sat back down to eat her dinner.  I put it back in my locker and returned to the factory with a smile plastered on my face.
    I felt sorry for Karen, she’s a single parent, which I can only imagine must be tough.  She has dated a couple of times but doesn’t have any luck with men, not that I ever do either.  I’m used to being single though and she has a tough time with it.  I’ve never even lived with a guy, whereas she was married to her high school sweetheart for fifteen years before they got divorced last year.  She still gets on well with her ex-husband, Matt, and they have the co-parenting friendship down pat, but I know that she misses having a partner.  Comments like the one she just made in jest remind me that she is lonely.
    By nine o’clock I was exhausted and ready for bed.  I couldn’t believe that I had to go on a date after such a long day.  No matter how tired I was though there was no way I was going to miss it.  So after farewelling an equally weary Karen I headed home for a shower to freshen up.  Ally was at work when I got there and for once I was disappointed not to have her about.  I really had hoped to ask for her advice about hiding the zit on my face.  Not that she gets them often but she knows more about make-up than me.  I sifted through her stuff in the bathroom and found something called concealer which hid it a little.  It had gone down a lot since this morning, though the ‘miracle cure’ that Karen gave me hadn’t made it completely disappear.
    Knowing where I was headed for dinner I opted to wear my best jeans, with my sheer red short-sleeved shirt and matching camisole top.  I really wanted to wear my black, heeled boots to finish off the outfit, but it was still rather hot outside so I chose a pair of beige wedged sandals instead.  I’m not much interested in dressing up, and definitely not one to wear high heels, so this was actually a good effort for me.  I left my long hair down and I also decided to wear a little make-up, just foundation, some mascara and a bit of lip gloss, too.
    I hastily drove the short distance to the pub, my nerves reaching breaking point as I parked the car.  I took a quick look in the mirror and found that my concealer was already coming unhinged and my zit was far more noticeable than when I had left the house.  Shit!   Not being able to do anything about it, I just took a few deep breaths instead and exited the car.
    I spotted Joel straight away.  He was sitting at a booth, large enough to seat six, against the far wall of the room.  The restaurant was dimly lit creating a slightly romantic ambience which made my heart pick up in speed – this was a real date, it had been so long.  When Joel noticed me and gave me a breathtaking smile my heart went into overdrive.  He stood as I got nearer to the table.  He was wearing jeans, the same dark denim as my own and an untucked polo shirt.  Thank god - I can’t stand it when guys tuck their shirts into jeans!  His shirt just happened to be red, too.  I chuckled when I realise that we’d co-ordinated our outfits.
    “Sorry I’m so late,” I said as I reached him.  It was already quarter to ten.
    “No problem, I’m just glad you came,” he said with what I thought was a smile, though I couldn’t quite tell because he had his hand in front of his mouth.  He motioned for me to sit down with his other hand and then he sat opposite me, leaning his elbow on the table, his chin in hand.  “Too many Tim Tams?” he asked with a laugh, pointing directly at my chin.  Right at my zit!   I gasped at his rudeness and went beetroot red with embarrassment.
    And then he moved his hand from his chin revealing a zit twice the current size of mine in almost the same spot on his face.  We’d co-ordinated those too!  I lost it.  I laughed loudly, his laughter joined mine and increased.  All the