So I Went On a Date Last Night...
So I went on a date Saturday night with a girl from one of my geology classes. It was a good time but it inspired me to write this about the begining of the date...
The Wait
There he waited patiently, idly, as the boredom began to sink in. He breathed in a long, sad sigh, hoping it would make him feel better. As if merely breathing could reduce the amount of tension that was building up. “God, where is she?” he mumbled to himself. The girl he was meeting was already a half hour late and counting. Brian fumbled with his keys and started the ignition of his 1995 Forest Green Accord, and on popped the familiar voices of Kit Anderson and Danny Liegeman, who were the voices of the Cincinnati Reds. Brian sat and listened to Kit and Danny call the game to pass the time. The Reds it seemed were down three runs in the bottom of the eighth. They were currently playing a series against the Philadelphia Philly’s at Citizens Ball Park in Philadelphia. At the bottom of the eighth, the Philly’s still lead the Reds and Brian in disgust, shut off the radio. As the game was on, Brian had forgotten the fact that his date had not shown up as of yet. But now that there was nothing to do, Brian had nothing but to wallow within the fact.
“I bet she isn’t going to show…” he said depressingly to himself out loud in hopes that by saying it he would be jinxing his disappointed prediction. It had been forty-five minutes since they were supposed to meet up, and still no sigh of her. Brian sat within the car sulking every moment of it. He wondered about every possible reason, the good and bad, why she had not been there as of yet. How come the tragic circumstances we imagine others having is more believable and appealing to us to comprehend than the ones that are bland and more likely the case to be true? Brian thought to himself, believing that his date had not show up as of yet as she was lost or comparatively worse that she was hurt and mangled in some kind of traffic accident, rather than simply just standing him up. Brian played around with the radio for a little while longer, but there was nothing of interest on the air to take away the ever disappointing thoughts which were again creeping into his head. Brian decided to have a cigarette outside. Up till this point he had refrained from smoking to try and keep the sour dank smell away from his clothes. Jamie, the girl who he was supposed to be meeting, was one of those girls who could not stand the smell of smoke, and Brian up to this point had been waiting to make the best impression that he could. Frustration and boredom had not helped make the abstinence any easier though. Finally, Brian said “Fuck it…” and open the car door, and under the hazy yellow dome light he searched for his pack of Camels. He pulled one out of the pack, pushed in the car lighter and waited for the tiny little *pop*. He lit his smoke and stepped outside. The night was cool and clear and a little breeze blew across his face. It cheered him up a little and he continued to smoke as he stared up into the cloudless night. Being close to the city, the visibility of stars was near next to impossible, but he managed to find a few in the unnaturally illuminated sky. Brian moved his gaze to the neon orange sign which read Beautfort’s Bowl-o-Rama. Beautfort was the small little town in northern Iowa, which Brian was from. This bowling alley had been established in the early seventies and the sign was just as old. In fact many of the letters had burned out and now the sign only read Butt’s lama. It made him giggle a little. His poor little red neck town of Butt’s-lama, this phrase seemed to sum up his entire evening to this point.
It had been an hour now, tired and beginning to get hungry, he decided to give up, go back home, and wallow in his own self-pity. Brian turned to his car door and reached out for the latch. Just then a car raced into the parking lot and headed straight for him. Relief washed over his entire body. She had finally arrived. He could only see her silhouetted shadow within the darkened windows of her silver Dodge Neon, but he knew it had to be her. He had in fact never seen her or her car before, so there was no way of telling, but deep down he seemed to know for sure it was her. This was a chance meeting set up by two mutual friends. Which is why the wait had been so much more antagonizing, sure waiting on a date was bad enough, but a blind date… now that almost seemed to be futile. The driver side car door opened and out stepped two black leathery knee long, high-heeled boots, and two long slender legs which were connected to them. Jamie was wearing a dark blue denim short skirt and a matching jacket. She wore an ember tank top under the jacket that was shaded perfectly with the color of her fiery red hair. Brian could not remember being upset at all with her, the antagonizing memory of the wait he had endured this evening had quite simply melted away when she stepped out of that car. Brian smiled sheepishly and almost could not believe his eyes. Very simply, the wait had been worth it.
The Wait
There he waited patiently, idly, as the boredom began to sink in. He breathed in a long, sad sigh, hoping it would make him feel better. As if merely breathing could reduce the amount of tension that was building up. “God, where is she?” he mumbled to himself. The girl he was meeting was already a half hour late and counting. Brian fumbled with his keys and started the ignition of his 1995 Forest Green Accord, and on popped the familiar voices of Kit Anderson and Danny Liegeman, who were the voices of the Cincinnati Reds. Brian sat and listened to Kit and Danny call the game to pass the time. The Reds it seemed were down three runs in the bottom of the eighth. They were currently playing a series against the Philadelphia Philly’s at Citizens Ball Park in Philadelphia. At the bottom of the eighth, the Philly’s still lead the Reds and Brian in disgust, shut off the radio. As the game was on, Brian had forgotten the fact that his date had not shown up as of yet. But now that there was nothing to do, Brian had nothing but to wallow within the fact.
“I bet she isn’t going to show…” he said depressingly to himself out loud in hopes that by saying it he would be jinxing his disappointed prediction. It had been forty-five minutes since they were supposed to meet up, and still no sigh of her. Brian sat within the car sulking every moment of it. He wondered about every possible reason, the good and bad, why she had not been there as of yet. How come the tragic circumstances we imagine others having is more believable and appealing to us to comprehend than the ones that are bland and more likely the case to be true? Brian thought to himself, believing that his date had not show up as of yet as she was lost or comparatively worse that she was hurt and mangled in some kind of traffic accident, rather than simply just standing him up. Brian played around with the radio for a little while longer, but there was nothing of interest on the air to take away the ever disappointing thoughts which were again creeping into his head. Brian decided to have a cigarette outside. Up till this point he had refrained from smoking to try and keep the sour dank smell away from his clothes. Jamie, the girl who he was supposed to be meeting, was one of those girls who could not stand the smell of smoke, and Brian up to this point had been waiting to make the best impression that he could. Frustration and boredom had not helped make the abstinence any easier though. Finally, Brian said “Fuck it…” and open the car door, and under the hazy yellow dome light he searched for his pack of Camels. He pulled one out of the pack, pushed in the car lighter and waited for the tiny little *pop*. He lit his smoke and stepped outside. The night was cool and clear and a little breeze blew across his face. It cheered him up a little and he continued to smoke as he stared up into the cloudless night. Being close to the city, the visibility of stars was near next to impossible, but he managed to find a few in the unnaturally illuminated sky. Brian moved his gaze to the neon orange sign which read Beautfort’s Bowl-o-Rama. Beautfort was the small little town in northern Iowa, which Brian was from. This bowling alley had been established in the early seventies and the sign was just as old. In fact many of the letters had burned out and now the sign only read Butt’s lama. It made him giggle a little. His poor little red neck town of Butt’s-lama, this phrase seemed to sum up his entire evening to this point.
It had been an hour now, tired and beginning to get hungry, he decided to give up, go back home, and wallow in his own self-pity. Brian turned to his car door and reached out for the latch. Just then a car raced into the parking lot and headed straight for him. Relief washed over his entire body. She had finally arrived. He could only see her silhouetted shadow within the darkened windows of her silver Dodge Neon, but he knew it had to be her. He had in fact never seen her or her car before, so there was no way of telling, but deep down he seemed to know for sure it was her. This was a chance meeting set up by two mutual friends. Which is why the wait had been so much more antagonizing, sure waiting on a date was bad enough, but a blind date… now that almost seemed to be futile. The driver side car door opened and out stepped two black leathery knee long, high-heeled boots, and two long slender legs which were connected to them. Jamie was wearing a dark blue denim short skirt and a matching jacket. She wore an ember tank top under the jacket that was shaded perfectly with the color of her fiery red hair. Brian could not remember being upset at all with her, the antagonizing memory of the wait he had endured this evening had quite simply melted away when she stepped out of that car. Brian smiled sheepishly and almost could not believe his eyes. Very simply, the wait had been worth it.
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