By the next morning, Irving still hadn’t decided what he was going to do with himself. He woke up and threw on an old shirt. Looking at himself in the mirror, he suddenly felt inadequate, like all the other women were better looking than he was. He had to tell himself it wasn’t true. He was hot, and he knew it, right? He forced a smile and wink while giving a thumbs up. Yeah, that was a winning look. He found himself needing to build up his own confidence continuously. Was this an issue that all women faced? Why hadn’t he felt like this yesterday? He had been so sure of himself, and now? Now it was like he wasn’t sure of anything. He took a deep breath and pulled himself back together. He could do this.