In about a month I’m going to meet the woman who is probably my best friend on the planet.
That’s weird, right? Or is it? I don’t know. It seems like maybe it would be weird to be so close to someone you’ve never met. But I am.
Also? I’m nervous.
Because, I know you guys totally aren’t going to believe this, but I’m a complete spazz.
Shocking, right? I know.
But I am.
What if she hates me? What if she meets me and she’s all like, “Girlfriend, your voice is just NOT HAPPENING. I do not like how you call them wrecks instead of accidents! It’s not SPURIGHT. It’s SPRITE. It’s a BEVERAGE not the constitution! It’s shouldn’t take you so long to say it! I’m freaking out of here!”
Man. That would blow.
What if, even though I’ve told her like, every single thing possible about me and for some ungodly reason she STILL likes me and STILL wants to meet me, that when she meets me and she’s like, “Um. No.”
That would also blow.
So cross your fingers that she’ll totally love me. Okay?