Evan fucking Elwood (notthistime) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-07-25 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | evan elwood, july 2010, natalie evans |
Who: Evan and Natalie
What: THE DATE
When: uh backdated a little bit
Where: Evan's place
Rated: TBA
Evan stared at the chicken he'd just made. It didn't look bad, so he figured it was probably good. It probably didn't taste bad either, but only time would tell. He'd matched it with some noodles and a little bit of green beans and tossed it on a platter to make it look nice. He'd slaved all day over it, or at least the last three or so hours. Regardless of how he looked, which was pretty damn good if he didn't say so himself, he was actually pretty nervous about it.
Still, he'd asked Natalie on a date and he was going to go through with it even if there was a chance his cooking skills were only sub par. Besides, Natalie didn't like him because he could cook. That shit was just an added bonus. He nodded to himself as he thought this, and moved to the bathroom to check his hair for the hundredth time since he'd showered.
It wasn't that he was worried about it, or vain or anything. But he had opted to go without product tonight. He knew girls didn't generally like crunchy hair on guys, and should the night turn into an epic make out session (--or more!), he wanted to make sure he had silky smooth hair for Natalie to run her fingers through. It all made perfect sense in his head, but it didn't stop him from being anxious that his blond locks would lose their body.
Shrugging at his reflection, he headed out of the bathroom and out of his apartment, stopping only to grab the bouquet of flowers he'd bought for Natalie on the way. Once outside her door, he knocked twice and smiled. He wondered briefly what she was wearing but then decided that no matter what it was, she still looked beautiful in it. Corny, maybe, but true.