I have decided to have sex with an older man--Al Pacino.  To show him my intention, I pull him to me while I am sitting down and kiss him, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck.  He is flattered and surprised and I suggest we go out that night and see where things take us.  In other words, I suggest we go out and have sex.  It doesn't matter to me that he's older or involved with anyone else.  I text him to say he should wear red underwear because red is my favorite color.  I start getting ready by first trying to pee on the screen of my laptop but only make a mess of things.  I'm readjusting myself to have better aim when he knocks at the door.  I go to answer it, my pants pulled back up by my shirt unbuttoned and tie hanging loose.  I am wearing all black except that the shirt has white pinstripes in it.  I begin buttoning up the shirt when my date, who is now John Evans and not Al Pacino, says that there's a change in plans.  He had forgotten about an appointment he'd made with me with "Toby" about graduate school and he thought it would be a good idea of we grab a cup of coffee and a small something to eat before he dropped me off for the interview and then he could pick me up later. I tell him I'm not ready, that I'd forgotten about the interview altogether, and I had done nothing to prepare myself for this interview.  He assures me that everything will go well, he has confidence in me, and I should go get ready.  I go upstairs and pick up my laptop to clean it off, as well as the mess that's everywhere.  I then grab a small red notebook, small enough to carry in my purse, to carry with me so I can take notes during the interview.