She grabbed some covers and pulled them over her legs, hoping to push off the ache she felt. She leaned against her pillows and thought about their conversation. Melanie was a go-go kind of person. She was always on the go, which is probably why she never had time to be lonely. She always had something to keep her busy. It wasn’t that Samantha wasn’t busy too, because she was. It was just those moments alone that quickly became lonelier. She remembered Melanie’s words about getting out of the house. Right now, it seemed to have more weight as she sat alone in her apartment. The sound of the silence was overwhelming. Alone to her thoughts, alone to her battle, she had no choice but to face her options. She closed her eyes as she suddenly realized she needed to do this if for no other reason than to prove to herself that she could handle herself with a man without freezing up. She looked at the mess on the bed and with one finger picked up the dress. She eyed it with skepticism. It looked too small, too something. She might as well try it on to make sure it fit. Nervously, she ran her hands through her hair. Her fingers slid over the snazzy material with appreciation. The dress was meant to be fitted. There was a little embroidery around the bottom of the dress that reminded her of all the beautiful girls back in college. This slinky dress wasn’t going to fit her body, this she was certain of. Her body was lacking something. That something she hated to admit. She just didn’t have the curves needed to give the dress justice, and that was the truth. Either way, the dress wasn’t going to fit, she just knew it. It was crazy to even try it on. With one last look at the clock, Samantha knew time for thinking was over. Melanie’s dress ... ... middle of paper ... ... should try to relax a little more and we might be on to something.” “Fine, I’ll be relaxed but don’t go crazy, just be like a normal date but don’t gush. My mom wouldn’t believe that for a second. Just smile at me a lot.” She thought for a second before changing tactics. “Better yet, be gushy, you know the guy that is definitely falling in love with a girl, but not ready to ask for her hand. It’s what they won’t expect. I mean, well, you are really everything I need to make it work beautifully.” As soon at the words left her lips, Samantha knew the words had been straight from her thoughts. Thankfully, his laughter covered her faux pas. “Samantha, you are over thinking this. I wouldn’t worry about my being attentive. With you as my date, that is the last of our worries.” Under her breath, she muttered. “Wait till you meet my mom then we can talk about worries.”
She thought about her family, and the neighbors, and the town, and the dogs next door, and everyone and everything she has ever met or seen. As she began to cry harder, she looked out the window at the stores and buildings drifting past, becoming intoxicated suddenly with the view before her. She noticed a young woman at the bus stop, juggling her children on one side of her, shielding them from the bus fumes.
Hollow eyes glanced around the pristine apartment, the gray scale color scheme seems to match the women clasping her hands together, pursing her lips and searching for approval from the girl that stood in the doorway. Automatically, the girl deduced the woman was quite wealthy, especially in the neighborhood she'd now live in. The streets were busier, filled with nicer cars instead of busted ones without their fenders falling apart at the edge. Her nimble fingers explored the wall as she took careful steps into the living room. Winnie wasn't acclimated to this life style: the wallpaper wasn't being striped at the corners, stainless carpets without nothing questionable left behind, no sign of undesirable critters, and silence. She could finally
She was no longer wearing her homecoming dress. Instead she had on black jeans, a light pink and black striped shirt with a light pink cardigan, and her hair in two separate braids. She stood upright over his bed and as he slowly sat up, she slowly sat down on the chair next to his desk.
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
Miss Brill’s loneliness causes her to listen in on conversations. This is her only means of achieving a sense of companionship. She feels that for a moment she is “sitting in other people’s lives just for a minute” (98). Aside from that, she is part of no one’s life.
Her mom came into the room rubbing her eyes. “Is everything ok? What’s going on?”
The dress was adorned with ruffles all the way around the top of the sweet-heart neckline and sleeves, and also all along the bottom. The garment also had multiple layers. One layer was of a lavender color. There was also a layer on top of that, which was made of a more sheer-material and had stripes of off-white and lavender. This second layer was subtle enough to add shiny detail, without taking away from the beautiful purple color. The dress also had a sash of the second layer’s same material, around the waist. My garment was rich in
Turning on my heel, I headed into the main sitting room to find a horrendous site. Andrew, Courtney, Jane, Spinner, and a few of their other friends sat around on the luxury couches and arm chairs. I was still pissed at Andrew ever since our blowout about kissing him and him not paying me enough attention. My mouth flattened into a line as I gracefully collapsed onto one of the armchairs. "What the hell are you doing here?" I growled, locking eyes with my twin. "Mom suggested that we should come and visit while we're in New York. Look Samantha , I-" he attempted, but I cut him off with a sharp glare. "Talk to someone who cares Andrew", I growled, checking my messages. "Samantha he just wants-" Courtney started, but was interrupted by another voice. I turned my head and saw my little sister standing in the door way.
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At some point in our lives we will experience going on a first date. This date could be with someone that you’ve known for years or with someone you’ve just met. My first encounter of a first date has been by far a date that I will never forget. I wondered if my hair, makeup, and outfit were appropriate. Most importantly, it was hard for me to conduct a conversation because I wasn’t sure on what I should talk about that would make him comfortable. I didn’t want to ask millions of questions to make it seem as though it was an interview. I caught myself stuttering, talking quickly, and felt my body temperature rise during the entire date. It was very awkward and it discouraged me from dating for awhile. Then I enrolled in an interpersonal communication class and learned about uncertainty reduction and how it can occur on first dates.
...at night, I loved my hair, every single strand of it. I loved her ability to be straight or curly, sleek and sexy or fun and bouncy. I found myself brushing my hands through my hair, and she cherished the affection. I bought every hair product Pamela used in my hair, hopeful I could shape my hair myself. And, although it took a few weeks to learn Pamela's styling techniques, my hair and I quickly found a rhythm.
I was five. He was six. When we first found out we had to hold hands during the second scene of the Christmas Pageant we both had the same response, “EW Gross!”
Introduce yourself. You have finally got to meet your date. A firm handshake, eye contact, a smile, and “Hi, I’m ___ works wonders, and leaves a lasting impression. Having a firm handshake, is nonverbal cues that you are confident, honorable, composed, and driven. As a matter of fact, feel free to add your own personalization into your introduction to make it more special. It can take at least 12 minutes to an hour to make a decision on what you or your date think of each other, so start it out great!
“No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.”
Her eyes shined like a glossy pearl just washing on a shore of black sand with the warm rays of the sun shining down on it. Lips of bright cherry red went well with the tight black dress she was wearing. The light hit her just right so you could see every luscious curve of her body. She smelled like an ocean breeze coming in to the shore. Just try to imagine the perfect most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life and times that by ten fold. Absolute perfection on high heals.