Devastating PerfectionA Story by CMBryanRichard has a big date coming and he discusses strategies for success.If I had to pick one role model who has made a profound impact on my life I would have to pick my father. My father was a great man, he put success and excellence over all else. Financial success, physical success, domestic success were all his. As children father would constantly push and prod us to excellence. Father would always say life is a contest and we're a family of winners, it was his mantra. I always make a point to apply his philosophy of excellence everyday. My father was a great man.
Personally, I think first impressions are the most important moments in our lives. When another person first lays eyes on you they embed their impression of you in the back of their brain. When I meet someone I make my judgment in the first five minutes. I think it's important to be seen as a leader and someone who can get things done. I attribute a great deal of my success to my ability to take control of a first impression. Taking control of the first impression is also key to success in dating, those first few moments of a date are critical to a successful date.
Surroundings can have a profound impact on a first impression. Lighting, smell, sound, and the people around you can all have an effect on how someone remembers you. How can someone hear my confidence, intelligence, and wit over the din of a crowded restaurant? Last thing I want is to stumble over my words because some schmuck is having a birthday party at table three. Renting out this restaurant was money well spent.
On a first date food is a vital element to the experience, bad food can severely impact the whole date even if you didn't prepare it. How will Victoria recognize what a fantastic catch I am if she's stuck eating the weakest item on the menu? Many ill advised men in my situation would simply order for the woman, but this is a common pitfall. Ordering for a woman tells her you think you know better than her, and you're controlling. I don't want my date thinking I'm controlling, chicks hate that for the most part. I got some annoyed looks from the cooks when I had my own ingredients flown in, by the end of the night they'll see I made the right choice.
Right before she arrives I have the host dim all the lights to their lowest setting accept the one directly above our table. I make sure I'm seated at our table when she arrives, with the way the light is cast down on me I'm going to appear to be the most important detail in the room. Lighting is a detail often overlooked when crafting a first impression.
In she walks, her long blonde hair framing her face, she's beautiful; we'd make a very attractive couple. She hesitates slightly as she enters. Clearly she is overcome by the magnificent scene I have carefully crafted. Her eyes are guided to me by the thoughtfully orchestrated lighting, slowly she makes her way to our table.
"Richard Pratt?" She nervously asks.
"You must be Victoria Kelly. You look stunning this evening."
I offer her my hand and we slip into a handshake. I put a great deal of thought into my handshake technique. When shaking hands with a lady I make sure my grip is firm but not overpowering. My hands are very soft because I use an excellent moisturizer.
Victoria nervously giggles, “There isn't anyone here.” I offer a gentle and comforting smile, facial expressions are helpful tools in the fine art of conversation. Her eyebrows furrow and she looks like she's confused about something, most likely she's confused about how she got so lucky.
“Richard, this is the hottest restaurant in town, why isn't anyone here?”
“I thought our first meeting shouldn't be disturbed, isn't it just perfect?” I move my hand across the room as I explain. Hand movement during conversation keeps people interested in what you have to say, this is another way I control the people's impressions of me.
She glances around the room, her hands resting on the back of a chair, she hasn't sat down yet. I take this opportunity to observe the room myself, I notice out of the corner of my eye the cook in the doorway to the kitchen, he rolls his eyes with a smirk.
Decisively I break the silence, “You should sit and look at the menu, everything is fantastic, I made sure of that.”
“This is the creepiest blind date ever.” She mutters as she turns and walks to the door, and with that she is gone.
I savor my perfect meal in perfect silence. Money well spent. © 2010 CMBryanAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on December 9, 2010 Last Updated on December 11, 2010 Tags: Short Story, Fiction Previous Versions AuthorCMBryanKalamazoo, MIAboutWriting has been a passion of mine ever since I was a little kid. At the moment I'm focused on writing short stories and possibly a novella. I currently live with my wife and son in Michigan. more..Writing
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