Female POV Variation: OMG I'm Starving

     He better be on time. I’ve had such a long and stressful day, and I bet he won’t even notice this new rouge. What the hell. After four years I’ve gotta keep up appearances. I will never be one of those frumpy girlfriends, too complacent. God, I’m starving. Why did I choose the salad for lunch? Where has my metabolism gone? Ah. He’s here. All right, I look as good as it gets. I hope the cat doesn’t get too lonely while I’m gone. Maybe I should get a kitten for company. No, then he’d be jealous, and I’d be one step closer to crazy old cat lady. Okay, so keys, check. Clothes out of dryer, check. Purse, check. Mom’s birthday card in the mail, check. Rent sent off, check. Phone, check. Better leave a light on for the cat, so he won’t be too afraid. Okay, glide effortlessly to the car. Of course he isn’t looking. I wonder if I had a fan blowing and music playing if I’d look like that one chick from that movie. Ah, anyways. He promised last time he’d have the place picked out, so of course he’s fumbling. Here it goes again. Where in the hell are we going to eat this time?