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Post by BARTLEBY BANKS on Feb 11, 2014 10:16:35 GMT -6
Striding down the street by Chelsea in shimmering wing-tipped shoes, Bartleby felt like a new man. His back arched straight up like a proud man as he carries a fragrant bouquet of jonquil and yellow chrysanthemum flowers. He holds them close and gently has he happily agrees on his flower selection of light and uplifting whites and yellows. The brightness of it contrasts greatly against his dark ingot suit that practically looks tailored to him, while the rhinestone studded tie shimmers brilliantly, expressing Bartlebly's true show-off style.
His smile couldn't get any larger as he grins like a love struck fool at the strangers on the street staring back at well, everything. Of course with the way the man is hyping up the date to be, he's either going to be left in utter disappointment or a mixed uncertainty. It's always the two whenever he goes in his blind dates, yet he continues to trot in like he's about to meet the lover of his life, and the bearer of his children. Despite it, he always leaves with a tinge of pain in his heart like there's a hole or a piece missing which he desperately needs to fill. Yet time and time again, the man is hopeful that with every woman he meets there's a chance of her being the one.
The man's walk of glory soon comes to an end as he approaches the corner which the restaurant is located. It's not far from the Chelsea Market either, so the food is likely to be amazing as most other places in the area. With great promise, Bartleby takes a deep breath before stepping into the aromatic building. It's a busy night too with the bar looking rather crowded. It just makes the whole date seem swell at it seems like he's in quite a hot spot.
"I'm here for a part of two."
The hostess stands staring for a moment at the man's look. It is shocking to her as she though to expect a man to dress up like he did this very night. He looks good in it all, but seeing a shimmering tie and a boasting pompadour can still surprise a person yet again, it is New York.
He looks back at the hostess as he's notified that the other has already arrived. Of course Bartleby lives why being "fashionably late" whether it's intentional or not. Though he would have preferred to arrive sooner, making a mental note to himself for the future.
"I'll take you to your table."
The mystery date is now just a few feet away, yet he still doesn't know who. As the hostess weaves through the tables with Bartlebly following after, his heart starts to pound viciously. 'What if she is the one,' he hopes as his body temperature rises with anticipation. Seated alone with white candle light just to the site, Bartleby can safely assume it is here. His eyes marvel her her lustrous long hair, looking almost like a dark lavender in color under the straining fluorescent lighting. He softens his smile to look more gentle approachable.
The hostess points down to his seat across from the woman, and without a second thought, the man with the pompadour bows down in front of her like a gentlemen. Offering his beautiful flowers while introducing himself, the stopping suddenly halfway through. His body freezes as his expression turns blank. Feeling as if he's gone blind or mad his mind runes in circles trying to figure out, why an ex girlfriend was sitting to have dinner with him. His ex. From freshmen year. Which they then broke up. How?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 3:56:39 GMT -6
this was the first time in months gen had let her friend talk her into a blind date. the last few had turned out bust with both herself and the other party not having much interest in each other than physical attraction. though even in respect the relationships had failed. and let's just say she was not the one having problems. but no, no her friend had assured her that this one was a real catch. and would not bore her in any way or form. and would be much much much better than the guy gen had just dumped because he didn't have a coffee machine. so, gen said okay. he couldn't be that bad. her friend rarely exaggerated. she started getting ready two hours before she'd need to leave her flat and catch a cab from her flat on the upper east side… after a long hot shower, gen wandered around her apartment between her different closets putting an outfit together. thirty minutes later she had a) successfully air dried and b) picked out something to wear. but she didn't feel like waiting around in her dress. so gen happily lazed about in her underwear, drinking coffee and knitting for the next hour or so. then she somewhat reluctantly got dressed and put on some make-up and did her hair. on the taxi ride down to chelsea, it crossed her mind that her date might find her style too dramatic as she was wearing something short, tight, and deep red. with lipstick to match. she was certainly interested in impressing her mystery man, but she didn't know him. and didn't know what he liked. though on second thought, frankly, she didn't care. if he didn't like what she liked, he could suck it and they'd never have to see each other again. she arrived about ten minutes before their reservations, but luckily the restaurant had an open table. gen chose the seat facing away from the entrance to save herself the agony of having to watch the people flood in and trying to discern which chump would turn out to be her date. the reality was much worse than anything she could'e imagined. she was greeted with a very familiar bouquet of jonquils and chrysanthemums. only a very special type of guy would bring those to an occasion other than a visit to his grandmother in the hospital. it was bart. after all this time, she thought she would never ever have to see him in this sort of setting again. him and his dumb piñata hair. she glared up at him and after a silent moment of tension said, "i'd like to say it's nice to see you here. but then i'd be lying." BARTLEBY BANKS
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