Date Free Write
Mood:
energetic
Topic: fiction
Jenn stood on the sidewalk in front of the movie theater, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, fumbling with the phone card in her pocket. She resisted the urge to look at her watch again. Valeria was late. She went over everything in her mind, the way Rafael had called her that morning, excited like a mother hen. What are you wearing, what movie are you going to see, what are you going to tell her about yourself? "Don't tell her about Sarah," he had said. "Not yet."
"Duh," Jenn had replied. But in her heart, she wanted to say, "Ouch." She had just gotten out of bed when he called, before she had even had her morning coffee. Her head was groggy, still full of sleep, but even she had to admit she was excited too. It would be her first date in six months. She had met Valeria years ago, at a gallery opening. Valeria was then the girlfirend to the artist, a woman who made strange vases shaped like bowling balls. Jenn had come by herself, had run into Rafael and his brother Alfredo. Rafael had whispered to her that Valeria and the artist were on the rocks, that Jenn should try to talk to her. Alfredo shook his head and brought her a dirty martini, too aware of his brother's pushiness and matchmaking tendencies.
Jenn had tried avoiding Valeria all evening, but ran into her in the ladies restroom. It was one of those quick hellos, with Jenn trying to be upbeat and talking about the art. She had noticed that Valeria stood nearly six inches taller than her, that her brown skin glowed against her white sleeveless blouse. Jenn's own reflection in the mirror did nothing to hide what she thought was desperation. Valeria, she was effervescent. When she walked out of the room, Jenn couldn't help but linger over the smell of jasmine and gardenias.
She thought she saw her coming around the corner, so she straightened up and reached for the lip gloss in her pocket. But after a few more steps, Jenn knew the woman coming down the sidewalk was much older, wearing boots that made her look much taller than she really was. "That's not her," Jenn thought. "It's not her."
Sarah. Why had Rafael mentioned Sarah? That was so long ago. Did Jenn talk about her too much, was that it? Did everyone walk on eggshells around her, expecting at any moment for her to fall apart? She took a deep breath. In fact, she knew she was over Sarah. It had been a year since they had split up. Since Sarah had broken it off. It was hard for a while, Jenn admitted. And seeing Sarah, last fall, with a new girlfirend, a younger, prettier version of Jenn, that had been hard. But Jenn was over it. She understood now that Sarah was a selfish person, who could never give Jenn the stability and support that she so desired.
"Screw Rafael. If this woman doesn't show up either, screw her too," Jenn thought. She looked across the street at the brick storefronts. There was a cafe that she could go to, after she had completely given up. Her stomach had started aching anyway. Maybe it was nerves.
"What do I have to be nervous about? I'm a good catch," Jenn reminded herself. She started making a list in her head of all her positive attributes. She was a successful freelance writer, she owned her own apartment, she had a great sense of humor, and she had great dental hygiene. Sarah had always complained about her insistence on flossing after every meal, carrying a pack of floss in her purse. She was a thoughtful lover too, and Sarah had never complained about that.
Jenn finally looked at her watch. Valeria was officially thirty minutes late for their date. Jenn took a final look around, the sidewalk full of people on their way toward appointments, classes, and dates all over the city. Buses churned down the streets like clumsy dinosaurs. The sky overhead was cloudy, but rays of sunshine still poked through here and there. She could still make a nice outing for herself, a tasty sandwich and bowl of soup, read the newspaper, and drink a latte. There was no reason she had to dwell on this. It wasn't a rejection, it was a missed opportunity.
She walked to the edge of the sidewalk, waited for an opportunity to cross the street to the coffeeshop, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and there Valeria stood, breathless, breathtaking. Her eyelashes were longer than Jenn had remembered, her lips full and red, her black hair layered around her face like laughter.
"I'm so sorry," Valeria began. "The traffic was so horrible. I'm so glad you're still here."
"No problem," Jenn managed to say, an uncontrollable smile spreading across her face. All the tension and thoughts of the last half hour were gone. "We could still probably see that movie."
Valeria looked up at the marquee and eyed the surrounding street for a minute, while Jenn held her breath. "Want to just grab some lunch over there?"
Jenn smiled and nodded silently. They crossed the street, just as the last of the clouds moved away and sunshine filled the air. "It's her," Jenn thought.
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Posted by mary
at 2:43 PM EDT
Updated: Sun, Jun 22 2008 6:47 PM EDT