I was excited, oddly enough. It was weird that I was going out with someone I barely knew a week ago, and it was even weirder that I had never stepped out of the regular cycle of work and home.

Yet here I was excited to go on a date with a man. Okay, it wasn’t a date; we were only going to get a phone together, and it was enough for me to shiver in my boots.

By 3pm, I was ready, dressed in one of my new acquisitions: black jeans with thigh-high boots, a wine sleeveless top, and a woolen sweater.

Nothing too much, but not so bad...