The Perfect Date
Emily Pass
Domaracki
English 1101 (Descriptive)
8/24/14
The Perfect Date
No one will ever be able to experience the perfect date. It just isn’t realistic. Every time you go on a date, something almost always goes wrong. Whether it be an argument before, after or during, something will always interfere with that night or day being perfect. You can only dream about nothing going wrong. In simpler terms, The Perfect Date.
As him and I sat across from each other at the elegant dining table, I noticed all the lights were off. The only sliver of light was the flicker of 3 candles between us. These candles had been used quite often. I knew this because they were very short and had many drippings of wax down the sides. The flames were bright and long-standing. These beautiful candles reminded me of how worn down a relationship can get when you add other people to the relationship.
He laid his arm out across the table to hold my hand. As I laid my arms beside his, they brushed against the crotched table cloths. I held a piece of it between my index and thumb and felt roughness. They were soft but still had a scratchiness to them. While I played with the table cloth discreetly, I traced the outer edges of the ivory plate he had provided for me to eat off of. The plates were smooth and cold. The feeling sent shocks through my fingertips. These feelings made me feel warm and used to being there with him.
As we sat only a couple of feet from one another, I gazed at his features. Although his features were hard to distinguish with the candlelight, the candlelight outlined the parts of his face that were easily seen. The contour of his jaw bone was highlighted with the candlelight. There was a shimmer in his eye. His skin beautifully glowed as though he had lived at the beach his whole life. His nose was not very distinctive but it was slender and pointy. The candle sent a dark, long shadow of his nose across his face making me giggle. His hair was shaggy and light
Domaracki
English 1101 (Descriptive)
8/24/14
The Perfect Date
No one will ever be able to experience the perfect date. It just isn’t realistic. Every time you go on a date, something almost always goes wrong. Whether it be an argument before, after or during, something will always interfere with that night or day being perfect. You can only dream about nothing going wrong. In simpler terms, The Perfect Date.
As him and I sat across from each other at the elegant dining table, I noticed all the lights were off. The only sliver of light was the flicker of 3 candles between us. These candles had been used quite often. I knew this because they were very short and had many drippings of wax down the sides. The flames were bright and long-standing. These beautiful candles reminded me of how worn down a relationship can get when you add other people to the relationship.
He laid his arm out across the table to hold my hand. As I laid my arms beside his, they brushed against the crotched table cloths. I held a piece of it between my index and thumb and felt roughness. They were soft but still had a scratchiness to them. While I played with the table cloth discreetly, I traced the outer edges of the ivory plate he had provided for me to eat off of. The plates were smooth and cold. The feeling sent shocks through my fingertips. These feelings made me feel warm and used to being there with him.
As we sat only a couple of feet from one another, I gazed at his features. Although his features were hard to distinguish with the candlelight, the candlelight outlined the parts of his face that were easily seen. The contour of his jaw bone was highlighted with the candlelight. There was a shimmer in his eye. His skin beautifully glowed as though he had lived at the beach his whole life. His nose was not very distinctive but it was slender and pointy. The candle sent a dark, long shadow of his nose across his face making me giggle. His hair was shaggy and light