The good news is I didn't feel fat

The bad news is my face decided to make me look like a bucket of water had just been thrown in my face. Dating is stressful. I was feeling okay, not too nervous, and had already talked myself off several ledges, and then epic face sweat of 2010 occurs. Your body always has to betray you somehow doesn't it? A year or two ago because of having a practically crippling case of self consciousness, this would have totally shut me down. Just reliving it for a second in my head would have just made me want to rock in the fetal position, but now all I can do is laugh and hope maybe somewhere he has a penchant for girls who face sweat when nervous.