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her!” Feeling quite satisfied with myself, I went back to my desk and began rummaging around my purse for something suitable to eat.
I rushed home from work later than I had planned, due to some unexpected stragglers from my last English class. Most days, I was eager to engage with my students in any way that pertained to what I was teaching, some days I was even desperate for it. This day in particular, that was not the case, however, as I was in a hurry to get home and prepare for my much anticipated date with Trevor. It had occurred to me earlier that morning, that it had been a while since I had been on an actual date. So long in fact, that I couldn’t quite decide what or who that date had involved. Needless to say, I was anxious to get back out there and not entirely sure how to prepare for it. Nor was I sure if this would be considered our first date or our second, since Trevor and I had initially met at what was somewhat of a date in the first place. Regardless, I wanted to be sure to make a better impression this time around and had been much more efficient in planning this outing than the last. In fact, I had not only made time to shop for a suitable outfit (a pair of tight black pants and sexy top in deep shades of magenta paired with some strappy black heels I had spent a small fortune on), but I had also managed to squeeze in that tanning appointment and a new manicure. There was still the matter of doing my hair and make-up, but I felt confident that I would be able to master those on my own, provided I had a suitable amount of time.
Once I arrived at the house, I quickly made my way inside and threw my bag on the couch in passing, as I did a quick walk through to make sure I was the only one home. Then, I ran up the stairs and hurried into the bathroom, where I showered in record time, while still managing to remember to shave all the vital areas. After that, I felt I had made up for the time I had lost and began to slow down again. Taking my time getting dressed gave me the opportunity to really decide on what I was going to do with my long, thick hair. Rather than style it in some creative fashion and hope for the best, I opted for a simple and straight, blow dry. It may have been boring, but it kept the odds in my favor that my hair would still look the same at the end of the date as it had at the beginning.
Last but not least, I tackled the make-up. Being a somewhat simple girl in this aspect, I rummaged through my drawer filled with all the samples I had accumulated over the years while going shopping with Tara. Other than school, the mall had pretty much been our common ground since we had met. I managed to dig up some charcoal grey eye shadow which I generously spread across each eye lid. Satisfied with the outcome, I combined it with my standard black eye liner and mascara and I felt like I was just about presentable. I reached back into the drawer, felt around blindly, until I finally found something that felt like lip gloss. It was a pale pink with a hint of shimmer. I dabbed some on with my fingertips and then took a step back from the mirror to get the full effect. Examining my work, I had to admit it was a vast improvement from my appearance the night of the speed dating. If Trevor had found me appealing then, he would find me damn near irresistible after tonight!
After I finished putting away the hair dryer and the make-up samples, I stood by the bathroom door and listen for any sounds coming from the house. Once I was sure no one else had returned home yet, I opened the door and hurried back to my room. From there, I had a clear view of the driveway from my window, to which I planned to be glued until Trevor’s arrival. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to wait too long and he would show up on time, therefore giving us the opportunity to leave before any of my roommates (which as per Gabe’s advice, I had not yet informed Trevor about) were due to arrive.
Lucky for me, everything went off
I rushed home from work later than I had planned, due to some unexpected stragglers from my last English class. Most days, I was eager to engage with my students in any way that pertained to what I was teaching, some days I was even desperate for it. This day in particular, that was not the case, however, as I was in a hurry to get home and prepare for my much anticipated date with Trevor. It had occurred to me earlier that morning, that it had been a while since I had been on an actual date. So long in fact, that I couldn’t quite decide what or who that date had involved. Needless to say, I was anxious to get back out there and not entirely sure how to prepare for it. Nor was I sure if this would be considered our first date or our second, since Trevor and I had initially met at what was somewhat of a date in the first place. Regardless, I wanted to be sure to make a better impression this time around and had been much more efficient in planning this outing than the last. In fact, I had not only made time to shop for a suitable outfit (a pair of tight black pants and sexy top in deep shades of magenta paired with some strappy black heels I had spent a small fortune on), but I had also managed to squeeze in that tanning appointment and a new manicure. There was still the matter of doing my hair and make-up, but I felt confident that I would be able to master those on my own, provided I had a suitable amount of time.
Once I arrived at the house, I quickly made my way inside and threw my bag on the couch in passing, as I did a quick walk through to make sure I was the only one home. Then, I ran up the stairs and hurried into the bathroom, where I showered in record time, while still managing to remember to shave all the vital areas. After that, I felt I had made up for the time I had lost and began to slow down again. Taking my time getting dressed gave me the opportunity to really decide on what I was going to do with my long, thick hair. Rather than style it in some creative fashion and hope for the best, I opted for a simple and straight, blow dry. It may have been boring, but it kept the odds in my favor that my hair would still look the same at the end of the date as it had at the beginning.
Last but not least, I tackled the make-up. Being a somewhat simple girl in this aspect, I rummaged through my drawer filled with all the samples I had accumulated over the years while going shopping with Tara. Other than school, the mall had pretty much been our common ground since we had met. I managed to dig up some charcoal grey eye shadow which I generously spread across each eye lid. Satisfied with the outcome, I combined it with my standard black eye liner and mascara and I felt like I was just about presentable. I reached back into the drawer, felt around blindly, until I finally found something that felt like lip gloss. It was a pale pink with a hint of shimmer. I dabbed some on with my fingertips and then took a step back from the mirror to get the full effect. Examining my work, I had to admit it was a vast improvement from my appearance the night of the speed dating. If Trevor had found me appealing then, he would find me damn near irresistible after tonight!
After I finished putting away the hair dryer and the make-up samples, I stood by the bathroom door and listen for any sounds coming from the house. Once I was sure no one else had returned home yet, I opened the door and hurried back to my room. From there, I had a clear view of the driveway from my window, to which I planned to be glued until Trevor’s arrival. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to wait too long and he would show up on time, therefore giving us the opportunity to leave before any of my roommates (which as per Gabe’s advice, I had not yet informed Trevor about) were due to arrive.
Lucky for me, everything went off
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