Descriptive Essay About My First Date

It was a Tuesday afternoon when my dad picked me up from school at 2:20 pm. It was my last year at Miami Carol City Senior High School. On the way home, we talked about him buying me my first car. I wanted a car because almost every senior at my high school drove to school. Even though my house was 3 minutes away, I walked to school, which made it 15 minutes walk. When we arrived in front of our house, we both walked inside the house and directly into the kitchen. As I turned the corner to into the kitchen, my mom was inside the kitchen making chicken pasta. My dad and I sat at the table as he said out loud, “ I think we should go ahead and buy Kia her first car.”

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

I woke up and rustled all my things together and jetted down stairs. I see my mom across the room eating her favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I slugged around the kitchen still half-awake trying to find a bowl, cereal, and milk. Then I heard a whistle and realized she had my breakfast ready on the table. I sat across from her on the table. The scent of perfume hit my nose, it smelled fruity. Her hair was combed back into a sleek bun. She was wearing a formal white shirt and a black skirt and some heels. I slurped the last of the milk as she was almost out the door. I walked outside and ran to the car. I opened the door and got inside. It was 7:59 am.

“ Get Acquainted Day” began over 35 years ago. Mass, another program on campus, provided this day for new students, transfers, faculty and staff, to mingle with new people and get to know more about different organizations on campus. You will see a variety of different clubs, fraternities, and sororities. They’re all very excited to tell you about their organization and made it so hard for you not to want to join them all.

I rolled the cheap rental fabric of the sleeve between my fingers before walking to my dresser and pulling out my underwear. I grabbed a pair of plain boxers from the front and looked down at the boring pattern. "Might as well be a little different" I muttered, as i pulled the old drawer all the way out, feeling around for the pair of fitted boxer briefs I had secretly gotten for myself. The pale blue went well with my pale skin, the spunky girl at the store said so herself. It was one of the few acts of rebellion I had done up to that point. I still remembered how nervous I was going into the alternative store in the local mall, I shook as I looked at all the crude jokes and sexual things inside. She came up out of nowhere and asked if I needed any help. I stammered out "No, I-I'm alright thanks." She must have known I was nervous because she just smirked and said "Here let's find you a souvenir." I only nodded and followed her around the store as she asked me about what I liked, what I was into, etc. I couldn't help but stair at her amazingly colored hair, it shimmered in the dim light like a peacocks feathers; radiating out from a vibrant green, to blue, and purple. As we passed by the "sexy" underwear section of the story, my eyes landed on the pair of underwear. Right away she noticed and said "Great choice! I bet he'll love them" with a wink. I clammed up as soon as she said 'he', and of

The story begins by telling the reader using words like, “you”, “your” as a way to tell how to behave properly depending on the date’s ethnic background. At the beginning of the story, I struggled who is the narrator talking to? But it was clear to me that this short story is intended to be read by a Dominican-American. Diaz discusses how a man should treat different women of different races. Some examples of these stereotypes from the narrator suggests white girls are somewhat slutty and will give into sex on the first date. In addition, the narrator paints Yunior’s social status as poor when he says, “Clear the government cheese from the refrigerator.” Perhaps he feels embarrassed to reveal his true identity? Need to impress a “hot”

It was a beautiful summer day.The sweet smell of sunflowers blooming through our backyard was similar to the smell of honey. There were so many different types of birds and insects flying around me that I never even knew existed. With water balloons flying around my sister and I, we heard a holler from my mom, “Let’s go, we need to go to Costco!” at the sound of my mom’s voice mentioning Costco my sister and I dropped our water balloons, cleaned the mess as fast as we could. We ran inside, as fast as a race car driver, gulping down the glass of milk my mom neatly placed on the table. With white mustaches we stood next my mom’s silver toyota camry, ready to go. As my mom finished the last of the dishes, we strapped on our seat belts over the booster seat and went to our favorite store.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Anna,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. Sam is home, and he sounds excited.” As I bolted down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was thrilled. Sam was finally back from his college visit in Florida. He was unexpetantly coming over, and I had ten minutes to get ready. I raced back up the creaky wooden stairs, almost tripping on my socks. The minty toothpaste burned my lips while I hauled up my messy makeup bag from under the sink. I blended and brushed as fast as I could until I ruled it was good enough. I picked out a basic fall dress with a auburn floral print. My heart raced as I heard his car pull into the driveway. I immediately grabbed my jacket and ran outside

When I came back to Waterford last year the last thing I thought was going to happen was that I was going to get a boyfriend. I was 13 years old when me and my Ex first started dating, and my mom was really against me dating, I mean she and my dad were SUPER anti-boys, but at that moment I didn't really care what my parents had to say because I wasn't really happy with anything at the moment I was really depressed and I thought having a boyfriend would make me happy. Just like the tacky love stories we said we loved each other right away without really thinking. It was a very awkward with nothing but smooching and literally no talking, but we continued to say we love each other. My mom found out right away that we were dating and was furious,

I sat in my father’s office for a while, thinking of reasons why he would mention those girls. ‘Maybe he was trying to make me jealous’ I kept telling myself. The longer I sat there the more I couldn't get him out of my mind. His adorable smile, incredible hair and his gorgeous face. Soon the excitement of seeing his astonishing face again rushed through my body. I hurried to my room, threw my closet doors open and flipped through every piece of clothing I owned until I decided on the perfect dress. I chose to wear my favorite dress from Barneys, it was red with flowers and rather flattering.

I ignored my alarm clock for the umpteenth time and waited until the very last second to get up. I got dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt and pulled my long brown hair into it’s usual french braid. I glanced at the clock and, as usual, realized I only had three minutes to get to the bus. I darted out of my small house into the warm sunny North Carolina sun, just stopping long enough to grab my usual sesame bagel with cream cheese that my mother laid out for me on the kitchen counter.

It was an early morning waking up; I remember it as if it were yesterday, I opened up the windows and smelt the fresh roses from the window seal while the wind blew a small wind. “Alona, come down here!” I heard calling from downstairs. I ran freely down the steps to which I met my Uncle Johnny Wayne, who greeted me with a beautiful yellow sun dress and a pair of sparkly shoes. “Now Alona, you know today is your cousin Dana’s wedding, right?” he asked. While jumping with joy from the view of the dress and shoes, I quickly replied, “Well yes, I’m going to be the flower girl of course!” He jacked his head back and held his stomach and laughed as he usually did; I could see the glimmer in his blue eyes. All things felt right in that second,

It was an early April morning, there was still dewdrops on the tulips in our front yard from the storm that rolled through the night before. My family and I all pile into the our gray mini van. We are all dressed in our nicest shoes and combed out our messy hair. We had to wear dresses because pants aren’t “ladylike”. My mom passing us little mints to suck on while we rush down the freeway.

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

It was New Year’s Eve, about fifty degrees outside, loud noise carried through the streets and echoed in the alley ways. There were parties on every block. That night, I had plans to go on a date with my crush from grammar school. So many things were going through my mind. What should I wear? How much make-up should I put on? How should I wear my hair? I was a nervous wreck. I was scared he was not going to like me, so I wanted to make sure my appearance was beautiful. He called later that night to cancel our date and said that he wanted to go to his