Jennifer Angelucci
November 3rd, 2006
Narrative Essay
"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.
Grant Ave. in Chinatown, San Francisco.
Out of fog Bay Bridge and Golden Gate Bridge and S...
Portsmouth Square, San Francisco, California. Earl...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.