The first date

A bit of irritation is starting to seep into the excitement that she's tried hard to suppress all day. This was the third time changing outfits and time is running out.

Her light blonde, shoulder length hair is already perfectly styled, just straight, shiny, much like most nineteen year old girls are wearing it nowadays. Deciding how much make-up to wear earlier was a challenge but after a few trial runs and full face-scrubbings, she settled on just enough eye shadow and mascara to create a pair of smoky "come hither" eyes, hoping it wouldn't look too obvious.

The ensemble has to be just right...needing to convey the healthy curves and lean muscle without looking too sexy (desperate) or frumpy (safe). She thinks the camel colored wool slacks with the brown corduroy jacket will accomplish this, striking a good balance between understated style and simplicity. Good choice. Done.

Now on to the lipstick...five minutes left till the doorbell rings. Red...no, too seductive...wipe, wipe. Brown...too lifeless...wipe, wipe. Plum with red undertones...perfect!...makes her lips look full and luscious in a subtle way.

Done, finally! The reflection in the mirror looks good. As she makes her way down the steps with only a minute to spare she wonders briefly if she had lost her mind, going out on a first date to the horse races with someone she's only met on the phone, a week ago. At least there will be plenty of people around if he turns out to be a pervert.

Ringgg!.............




Happy 30th anniversary of our first date, honey! I'm betting it took you a lot less time to get ready.

Since there isn't a horse race track around for miles...or a drive-in for that matter, we'll only be able to recreate the last part of the date, I'm afraid ;) xxx