NaNoWriMo Entry 2: Blind Datecomments powered by Disqus
Posted on Tuesday, November 2 2010 @ 14:47:31 Eastern
Here is entry number two for my thirty day odyssey to see how long I can have creative juice. I hope you enjoy "Blind Date."
Liz was trembling madly as she clasped her blue band to her long blonde hair, arching up her head for a moment in the foggy mirror before forming a neat ponytail with a quick flip of her wrist. The young woman, clad only in a fluffy beige towel that covered her drenched body in her steam bath, smiled as she checked her face for any blemishes or beauty marks. She wanted to make sure she was perfect for tonight.
The twenty-something never considered a blind date before, even at the urgings of her mother whom wanted her to find the “Mr. Right” for her in the world. It took some coaxing from her friends to try one of those popular websites. Liz was probably more nervous then she is now in front of the bathroom mirror, forming a profile off her Apple notebook and answering the reveal all survey that accompanies each website’s profile matcher. She slowly answered each question to the frivolous psychology test.
‘A waste of my time.’ She kept saying to herself.
Even when she finally uploaded her most recent photos, including a picture of her clad in a sultry officer’s uniform from a Halloween party, she still didn’t take the site seriously. Begrudgingly making the webpage and waiting anxiously for a hit or two. A day passed, and then a week. Finally, a month went by and nothing came to past. She just forgot about her little endeavor until last week she received a very sweet email from someone off the site. The email from Pat.
It was sweet and endearing. Pat was also apparently forced by friends to conjure up a profile, and was looking at newer profiles to start out with. It was Liz that attracted attention to Pat. Their similar taste in food and music is what made Pat send the email to Liz. Pat asked her out to an Italian restaurant owned by a friend, one that thankfully Liz has never been to before. From there, the adventure would be a mystery, but one that Liz was at least willing to explore, if only once.
Liz finished in the bathroom, now damp and steamy from her shower as she clasped on her undergarments in her bedroom mirror. She chose something conservative for the evening, a simple black dress with short black pants with matching stockings. The dress was sleeveless, something that made it both casual as well as work-friendly. She decided against any fancy jewelry for the night, instead focusing more on a simple makeup job, touching up her cheeks and putting a natural color of lipstick on. Satisfied with her appearance on top, she applied her favorite pair of shoes, a pair of low heeled boots with a dark chocolate color. She figured high heels would be too much for a first date.
Now fully clothed, she took a seat on her living room’s armchair. She felt too nervous to turn the television on or to read one of her coffee table books. Instead she just sat down in the dimly lit apartment opening and began to think. The waves of nervousness swept through her as she gazed as the time on her wall clock every so often. Pat is supposed to meet her here at 7:30 sharp, and with each loud tick on the clock that time inched closer.
Her nervousness reached its zenith when she heard the buzz from the apartment’s loudspeaker ring. Still shaking a tad, Liz sauntered over to the intercom and pressed the worn out button.
“Hello.” She said, her voice trembling.
“It’s Pat. Can I come up?” said the other side.
Liz hesitated for a moment before buzzing Pat in. Her apartment was luckily on the second floor, and from the outside of her door she can hear the footsteps closing in quickly. Before she knew it, there was a knock on her door.
‘Well, here we go.’ Sighed Liz to herself, before she unfastened the lock and opened the door.
Once the door opened, Liz was taken aback by the simple beauty before her. Pat stood in the doorframe, clad in a collared maroon shirt that covered a simple white tee and dark black pants, with matching black boots. Pat’s hair was neatly combed and flayed in a bowl style, showing of the big brown eyes and the cheeky grin.
“How you doing? You must be Liz.” Pat said, breaking the awkward silence and extend a hand to Liz.
“And you must be Patricia.” Liz replied, accepting the handshake.
“Please, call me Pat. I like that better.” laughed the woman in the doorway.
“Oh yeah, sorry.” Blushed Liz. But Pat just let out another chuckle.
“No worries Liz, and if I may say so, you look great in that dress.”
Liz blushed some more, smiling greatly at the compliment. “Thank you, and I love your style as well, so simple but so handsome.”
It was Pat’s turn to blush. “I think we are gonna get along just fine.” She said to Liz. “You ready to go? My friend has a table waiting for us.” She asked. Liz only nodded and fumbled with her purse to get her apartment keys free.
‘Tonight should be a lot of fun.’ Liz mused to herself. ‘Maybe I should go on blind dates more often.’