Personal Narrative: Childhood Observation

suburbs to the city, where we had reservations at a favorite high-class restaurant, we made small talk about each other’s work week. Of course, I left out some details about my week, topics like Romeo and my terrible premonition, but I did share with him about my new acting job. Mr. Perfect seemed impressed and encouraged me to pursue that field, adding that I was a natural. This was an interesting statement considering he hadn’t before seen me act.
Parking in a major city is understandably an art form. Mr. Perfect knew where to park that was closest and safest to the restaurant, so we didn’t have far to walk. He didn’t brag about this gem of knowledge as I thought he might. Rather, he was sincere in having us save unnecessary steps and …show more content…
Jack was a gentleman and positioned himself so that he faced the wall and I could look at the rest of the room. The table was set for fine dining, dressed in white linens, and as I was settling in, Jack started writing on our table! I was shocked at this, and looked up at him with big eyes of concern. He began to chuckle and showed me that there was a sheet of white paper over the table cloth. I had never seen such a thing! Jack loved showing off a little, revealing that he knew a bit of the finer side of life. He had a smooth manner about him already, and I could see it wasn’t a front. He surely did live well. Even though I didn’t know much about his world, he didn’t make me feel like I didn’t belong. We both dropped all pretenses and I laughed and joined him in writing flirty, little, love notes between us with the crayons provided in a crystal glass on the …show more content…
Thoughts like this were the result of the childish naivety I checked at the door, and tonight, in this enchanted place, in this tender moment, I finally understood what I really wanted in life. I was very different with him than I thought I would be. When you let go of stereotypes what’s left is a real person. I was real. He was real. I was grown up, and for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful and treasured for the real me. For the first time, I didn’t play a part, to stay reserved or to try to impress. I didn’t flounder in my thoughts and actions. I didn’t have childish schemes. I met Jack on his level and realized my inner depth. I liked who I was, who I was with him, and I owed this emerging butterfly to him. It was turning out to be the best night of my