Sunday, September 1, 2013

Daniel Wallace, Informal Writing#1



            We began our date at the theatre, yet she didn’t seem too enthusiastic. I bought us popcorn, but the butter on the popcorn smelled of mold. We entered the theatre to find it full, so we decided to leave left. Once we left she was in a better mood, and she seemed to actually like me.  After we got out of the theatre we began to talk more and more, and my confidence began to increase. I cracked a few jokes, so she loosened up a lot from laughing.

            As we walked the streets of New York City we looked for a place to sit down, but there was nothing convenient. We passed a convenience store, and we decided to stroll in. She wondered off to the magazine section, so I followed her. The section had many issues of various magazines, yet I was not interested. The magazine section did not contain any business magazines, nor did it contain political magazines. I was not happy, but my date seemed to be enjoying herself. She began to skim through many of the magazines, and did not seem to get bored at all. She was a reader, yet she was also taking a lot of time to look at the pictures in the magazines. She definitely could have stayed there all night, but we had to keep moving.
           

            We eventually arrived at my apartment, so I pulled out my key and invited her inside. She came in, and I could tell she was deciding where to sit. She could have sat either the long couch, or the love seat. She decided to sit on the love seat, and she sat right in the middle. Her white dress was not too revealing, nor was it too conservative. She looked as if she had a fun night, and I had a fun night as well. After hours of talking we both became tired, so I escorted her out of the building. I look forward to seeing her again, and I believe she does too.

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