[Uugh, telling the truth is the worst. But if he can't tell the truth to a therapist in the middle of a college cafeteria, where can he?!]

I didn't cope, that's just it! I went off the fucking deep end. I mean, I'm at this top class restaurant. Suit and tie, ridiculously over priced menu, wine way over market value, good looking lady to spend my night with. It's flattering enough already, and then the compliments start rolling in and the appreciative glances from other women and... Yeah.

[A heavy swig of coffee like he's really wishing it was alcohol right now.] I flipped. Ruined a perfectly good suit too, not to mention trashed half the restaurant. It's only thanks to my date that I don't owe thousands in damage. This thing seems worse here than it was back home. If I take anti-anxietys here? I'm just gonna flip at every flirtatious glance. I need something that's gonna make me feel like I'm not the best person on this planet, which is going to be really difficult considering I am.

[And just maybe that's why he's shown up in sunglasses today, like they'll somehow give extra protection against all this. He can hide behind shades. They make him feel just that little bit more guarded.]