My First Date - Narrative

Having been on several dates over the past three years, I thought that I would have been able to handle my Senior Prom. I was used to getting all dressed up and having my hair done. The right words to say to my date always naturally rolled off of my tongue, and when the guy was at a loss of what to do, I was always calm and collected and could steer him in the right direction. I had become a virtual professional on the dating scene. It wasn’t until that cursed evening that I realized that not everything can be could be foreseen; not everything could be controlled.

At the stroke of seven o’clock, my date gave a firm knock on my door. It was at that very moment, that the night began to turn sour. Joey, my date and a long time crush from the days of elementary school smiled brightly at me from the front steps. I wanted to smile back but the very sight of his absolutely ghastly green suede tuxedo made me gag.

“These are for you” Joey managed to squeeze out as he thrust a bouquet of half wilted daisies into my hand. “I hope you like them, I heard they were your favorite!”

“Thanks Joey, your so sweet.” I managed to chirp as I swallowed the vomit which had somehow made its way into my mouth.

“Are you ready to go?” he said sheepishly. “I’ve made reservations at my favorite restaurant.”

As Joey opened the car door for me to get in I couldn’t help be wonder, in terror about where the reservations were made. I decided that my best course of action was to avoid nervous small talk at all costs. The last thing I needed on a date, especially a date as grand as the Senior Prom was for my date to babble the entire night (I’m going to come out right now and just tell you, the babbling could not be avoided, in fact it happened for the entire duration of the night). As the nervous “chit-chat” subsided I could see that our destination had been reached. With all of my energy I tried not to give any indication that I was upset with location that Joey had selected; but it was just too difficult.

“Joey, of all of the restaurants in town you had to pick this one?” I shrieked.

“What’s the matter Christina?” he replied seemingly oblivious to the fact that we were in the parking lot of a Little Caesar’s Pizza!

“I give up Joey, lets just go inside and eat so that we can get out of here and go to the dance.”

As we walked into the restaurant, it was apparent that Joey felt embarrassed. I don’t think that he had ever been on an actual, formal date with a girl before. Joey was always the kind of guy that just “hung out.” Trying to maintain his pride Joey walked ahead of me and pulled out my chair for me. This is a seemingly nice gesture, if you an ignore the fact that he got my dress stuck on the chair leg. Instead of stopping to correct it, he pushed the chair was greater velocity. Joey ripped the hem of my dress! At that point I was furious, I let out a yell “STOP!”