My house is empty when I get home. Cold and dusty. Dirty and Dark. My roommates are never here and I mostly have the house to myself. As I walk in the beep that goes off when you've got a message on the answering machine is going off every 2 seconds. I smile and walk over to it. '1 new message' it flashes a glow of black text and an orange back ground. I press play instantly and wait for our home message to play. 'You've reached the home of Robert, Lucia and Toni. Please leave a message.' A dull tone says. I remember when I was excited about having roommates. I thought they might have fun with me and hang out with me. I recorded this message after I found out they had no interest in me at all. They just wanted a place to live. In time I accepted it. Though, I haven't talked to them since. After our home message I hear a voice... Not his... A woman's... My mother's... "Hi, it's me sweetie... Give your old mum a call." I instantly delete it. I'll call her later. I sigh and bring the phone to the couch. Another date gone probably scared him off.

I turn on the television, It's Greys Anatomy. It is a favourite of mine. The episode starts and they are rushing someone into hospital. The opening credits role and then they cut to an ad break. "Damn Commercial Television! All they want to do is make money..." I yell at the TV. Realising there is no one to laugh at my confusion of Commercial Television, I automatically think to myself, "All people ever want to do it make money... and fall in love... and some don't even want to do that!" Half way into the show I hear a muffled buzzing noise. I look around me and think it's a fly until I feel my bum vibrating. "Ahh" I jump up to see it's the phone. I quickly grab it. "Hello, Lucie speaking." I say urgently.
"Hi. It's... You know Drake." His voice is muffled under the phone, but it still sounded velvety smooth. "Of course." I chimed back.
"Good. I was wondering... about...Dinner"
"You want to meet me for... Dinner?"
"Yes... That was the plan..."
"Now... It's kind of late though..." Trying to hide my sadness at the fact I was already in pyjamas and has been since I got home... at 7:30.
"Oh..."
"Look I can make it... Can you pick me up... 20 minutes... 43 Lawrence St?"
"Sure...Bye" And with out another word he hung up. The whole conversation had left me a little breathless. I went to sit down, but then I realised I had a date in about 20 minutes. I raced into my bedroom looking for something to where realising he hadn't told me anything about where we were going to go. I raced around my room throwing jewellery in the air trying to find something that convert between eveningwear and casual. I saw a white mod dress in the corner; near the neckline it had been cut into a square with white cut outs of flowers holding it together. I grabbed it and tried to stuff my body into it. A little tight, but that's all right. Once it's on I run into my bathroom, pulling my hair out of its ponytail as I go. I brush it quickly and tab on foundation. I quickly get my mascara and flick it on lightly. Before I have time to realise my eyelashes are almost 3 times longer than usual. And around my eyes I looked dark. I had to remind myself not to smudge it or I'd end up like I haven't slept for days and I'm on drugs. I tried to calm myself down as I stared at the clock. He should be here in 5 minutes. I stare at my body in the dress. It makes me look smaller on top and gigantic on the bottom, but then again that's my body. Disproportionate.

I hear a knock at the door. He's on time. I thought men were always meant to be late. Though, seeing as I haven't been on a date in... 14 months (yes I've been counting) I haven't really dated a 'proper' man before. Just geeky little boys. Suddenly I hear the doorbell and my heart skips a beat. I run to the door. And swing it open. "Hi!" I say a little too enthusiastically. He laughs and smiles. "Hi... Are you ready?" He questions me as if I shouldn't. "Uh... Is there a reason I shouldn't be? Do I not look ready?"
"No. No. It's not that. It's just..." he continues, "I don't mean to be stereotypical, but aren't women meant to make us wait a little?" He laughs.
"You shouldn't be Stereotypical. I'm ready, and I'm not going to make you wait."
"Good." He whispers in my ear his next sentence, " I don't tend to like girls that do." That one sentence makes me shiver all over. In a good way. I laugh and follow him out the door. He has a black Cadillac waiting outside. "Wow... Nice car!" I smile. Cars: I can talk about. I practically grew up around my brother and my dad talking about cars. "Yeah," he replies enthusiastically, "It's a 1954... Looks good, handles... not so well." We laugh in unison. I'm so glad I got that joke. I smile as we hop into the car. I start to calm down in the silence of the car. My breathing that had accelerated previously was now steady. After a while I was finally calm enough to talk. "So where are we going?" I say. "To that new fancy Japanese restaurant. Is that ok?" He turns to me while we are at the red light. "Yes, that would be great. I didn't realise there was a new Japanese restaurant."