Theories of Insanity

6 | First Date

6 | First Date

Friday, September 8, 2017

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Insanity:

Thinking that a good relationship starts with little white lies.

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            "We have to get you all ready for this date." Madison cried, bouncing around our room while Paige and Ashley sat on my bed. "You have to look amazing!"

            "I think out of everyone in this apartment, Morgan is the best-equipped to get herself looking amazing." Ashley commented, "None of us can do makeup like that."

            I had a small obsession with makeup. And by small, I meant that I had an entire corner of my already-cramped side of our room dedicated completely to it. I silently judged people who couldn't do winged eyeliner, and if a pale person wore bright red lipstick I had a few questions for them. Being a relatively pale person myself and having gone through middle school, I knew the horror firsthand. (1)

            "Thanks guys, but I could definitely use some help picking out an outfit. I'm thinking a gray or maroon vibe, since fall is coming up."

            "I can totally help with that." Madison nodded, and Ashley jumped up too, giving me a knowing look before helping Madison sift through my clothes. The girl dressed like a forty-year-old mom sometimes, and that was most certainly not the idea I was trying to give to Peter. Although I also wasn't trying to look eighteen—the guy was almost twenty-one, and far more of an adult than I was.

            In high school I had pretty much exclusively dated guys younger than me, since my birthday was in late September and I was one of the oldest in my grade. So, a guy who was two years older than me instead of six months younger...it was definitely new and exciting.

            "What about this?" Ashley asked, pulling a light pink shirt out of my closet before Madison could find anything potentially horrible. "You could pair it with the white statement necklace you have." She added, gesturing towards said necklace hanging from my jewelry hook above the makeup stand. "It would be totally cute and college-worthy."

            I looked at the shirt for a second and nodded, reaching for my rose gold eyeshadow palette to match the color of the shirt. Ashley laid the shirt on Madison's bed and hopped back on mine to join Paige in watching me apply eyeshadow and then the biggest point of curiosity for my roommates—eyeliner.

            I had been asked how I did my eyeliner by what felt like the entirety of the planet. In high school I had worked at a super run-down grocery store and would have customers who came through my line ask me how I did my eyeliner at least three times a shift, without fail. And I was absolutely terrible at explaining things—hence why I could never be a teacher—so when my roommates had asked me how I did it, I just told them to watch instead of hearing my sad excuse for explanations.

            I finished my makeup and got dressed, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I looked in the mirror at my finished ensemble. I took a deep breath and nodded as the other three girls gathered around me.

            "You look amazing."

            "Absolutely gorgeous."

            "Peter is going to faint."

            I giggled slightly and nodded, taking another deep breath as I checked the clock on my desk: 6:25. Five minutes until he was set to pick me up.