Hope you can handle this!

Trauma 1:

Well, my father decided to set me up on a date with one of his colleage's sons. I thought, O God, a blind date! Well, Dad assured me that he was really tall, thin and very handsome. I could deal with that, right? So, it was really close to Homecoming Night and so of course I was busy with all the preparations, like hair, nails, dress, hose, shoes, makeup, jewelry, and boutinierre. Well, I had everything ready except shoes, so I told him we could go to the mall and pick out shoes together. A safe harbor if he turns out to be completely NOT my type. So, he and his MOTHER show up in their little Astro van. Turns out he only has his permit and his mom has to drive! I was in the back getting ready while my cousin entertained him. She came back into my room and began laughing hysterically. The only thing she could say was "He IS tall!" My heart began pounding. I walked into the living room and froze. This guy was about 7 feet tall and probably weighed about 160 lbs. He looked like the guy on the cover of mad magazine. He held out this long arm and these long fingers for me to shake his hand. We got in the car to go to the mall. His mom drove, I sat shotgun because his legs were so long he HAD to sit in the back and his legs between the two front seats. What a nightmare. At least I got a great pair of shoes!