Yesterday, I spent most of the day in town shopping and visiting the hairstylist and the nail parlour. I've to look perfect tonight when I meet the Professor. I'm so nervous about it...he's such a cultivated and doublessly highly educated gentleman–What will we be able to talk about? Does he really want to spent his precious time with me?

I'm so insecure about it all. But Ian said that the last thing men want to see is insecurity. So I'll do my best not to show it. Instead I try to rely on the only thing I can influence in preparation of our date: my appereance.

I know that–given the appropriate attention–I can, and I *will* look just gorgeous. That's the only thing which gives me security–so, I go for it to the max.

Now I'll take a long bath with a silk and flowerish supplement. I want my skin do be perfectly clean and soft and fragrant. Of course I'll carefully shave all my bodyhair, too, leaving just this small trimmed 'landing-stripe' which obviously is well received–at least by Daniel and Richard. I don't know if there will arise the occasion for the Professor to see it, but at least I want to be prepared in any case.