I started off this little tale, and I want the Destee writers to add a paragraph or two, to keep this story going...
As she took the last ornament off the tree, Zoe let out a deep sigh. She gingerly wrapped her Nana's crystal bulb in tissue paper, and nestled it inside it's box. It was almost 5:30. Zoe reminded herself that her date would arrive at six. She almost put another hole in her ear, fumbling while inserting her left gold stud. How in the world could she let herself be talked into a blind date? All Zoe wanted, was a man who found her to be interesting, someone she could be friends with, and dare she even fathom...something more. She fastened another button on her blouse, figuring that cleavage shouldn't be on the menu tonight. Wondering if her date even liked seafood, Zoe sort of had a hankering for shrimp...
About fifteen minutes away, Jeffery was stopped at a red light talking to his friend Dave on his cell. "Can't you give me an idea of what she looks like?" For what seemed like the hundredth time, Dave replied, "No, just enjoy your date." Simultaneously hearing the dial tone and the beep of an impatient driver, Jeffery let out an exasperated whistle as he turned the corner. All he wanted was someone who could appreciate him, someone who he could just be himself with. Slowing down, he located Zoe's townhouse, and parked right in front. Looks aren't everything, but Jeffery felt uncomfortable not even having an inkling about Zoe's appearance. He'll be walking into this date, totally blind...
Out Dated
As she took the last ornament off the tree, Zoe let out a deep sigh. She gingerly wrapped her Nana's crystal bulb in tissue paper, and nestled it inside it's box. It was almost 5:30. Zoe reminded herself that her date would arrive at six. She almost put another hole in her ear, fumbling while inserting her left gold stud. How in the world could she let herself be talked into a blind date? All Zoe wanted, was a man who found her to be interesting, someone she could be friends with, and dare she even fathom...something more. She fastened another button on her blouse, figuring that cleavage shouldn't be on the menu tonight. Wondering if her date even liked seafood, Zoe sort of had a hankering for shrimp...
About fifteen minutes away, Jeffery was stopped at a red light talking to his friend Dave on his cell. "Can't you give me an idea of what she looks like?" For what seemed like the hundredth time, Dave replied, "No, just enjoy your date." Simultaneously hearing the dial tone and the beep of an impatient driver, Jeffery let out an exasperated whistle as he turned the corner. All he wanted was someone who could appreciate him, someone who he could just be himself with. Slowing down, he located Zoe's townhouse, and parked right in front. Looks aren't everything, but Jeffery felt uncomfortable not even having an inkling about Zoe's appearance. He'll be walking into this date, totally blind...