T-Minus 60: Put my contacts in.

T-Minus 59-45: Take a shower and change into nicer clothes, a tasteful polo and khakis.

T-Minus 44: Figure that maybe I look better with my glasses and take my contacts out.

T-Minus 43: My roommate Jordan points out that I forgot to shave.

T-Minus 42-41: Argue with Jordan that some girls prefer a little scruff. He points out that my moustache gives of a slight, pedo-ish vibe.

T-Minus 40-35: Shave.

T-Minus 34: Decide that I definitely look better with contacts in.

T-Minus 33-29: Impromptu dance break when "Come and Get Your Love" starts playing on my record player.

T-Minus 28: Take contacts out.

T-Minus 27: Put contacts back in.

T-Minus 26: Contacts in.

T-Minus 25: Contacts out.

T-Minus 24: Contacts in.

T-Minus 23 Contacts out.

T-Minus 22: Alright, I'm calling an executive order on this: I'M WEARING THE CONTACTS!

T-Minus 21-19: Apply my nicest cologne. I can tell it's fancy because the bottle is all curvy.

T-Minus 18-15: Psych myself up for the date, convincing myself that I'm going to knock it out of the park BECAUSE I'M NOLAN F-ING NIGHTINGALE, AND I'M THE LIZARD KING, BITCH!!!!!!

T-Minus 14: Go to the agreed upon meeting spot, early because I always get way to anxious about being late and drastically overcompensate.

T-Minus 13-2: Wait in the cold. Maybe a polo shirt was a bad choice.

T-Minus 1: She shows up slightly early. Ha, I knew I was justified in coming early.

T-Minus 0: She looks at me and is disappointed that I didn't wear my glasses. She thinks I look better with them on.