“Shh. I know how upsetting this is for you, sweetie. But it will be OK. You know I’m not changing my mind, though. This IS going to happen. He’ll be picking me up here, then he’ll take me out for a nice dinner, they we’ll go back to his apartment and I’ll spend the rest of the evening and the night with him there. I’ll call you tomorrow when I’m ready to be picked up. We can talk about it more then. You’re going to be OK. I promise.”
I need someone to enforce this.
I wish she was sitting on my face.