November 3rd, 2006
"Excuse me while I go to lady's room", I said in slight disgust while looking out the window. What a perfect night. The moon is out, stars are shining, along with anything else that make up a perfect night in San Francisco. I look at my watch; I should've left the table twelve minutes ago. It was 8:12 p.m., now. What's the use of living according to the most amazing obstacle-free routine ever made if you're going to steer away from it? "Sure thing," Jessie's eyes meet with mine as I get up from the table, "I'll be right here, along with desert." He has the nicest eyes known to mankind: honey-brown with specks of green in them, kind of like mine - and I always received compliments on mine. He continues to look at me, and I can almost feel his stare tracing the contours of my face.
He looks at me the way he would critique a work of art - paying close attention to all of the things that make it "beautiful", "perfect" even.
"Okay", I say, forcing a smile as I stand up, clutching my purse in my right hand. I smile at Joanne, and her date, Jake, before I turn around and start walking.
I can feel the pressure to run to the bathroom, but I know that I can't. Not only were these shoes, although gorgeous, impossible to run in, but I needed to make the perfect impression. All I had to do was conjure up the ideal atmosphere and survive the night in these shoes, and he'll think of tonight as an impeccable first date. I bet he'll want a second date, convinced that I'm the perfect girl for him. He'll have no idea otherwise.