Tube Socks
Sitting in a restaurant by myself has never really been one of my favorite past times. I ask myself, Oh Rarity, how is it you got stuck in this embarrassing situation?
After a sip of my third glass of wine, I remember that I was suppose to be here with someone.
My presumed date of the evening is nowhere to be found and I tell myself, Again! Why is it that no matter what I do I simply can't get one of these…’fellows’ to spend more than a day with me.
I've been on some worst dates before but ‘THIS’ to just leave someone deserted with ought even making so much as a simple phone call is just cruel.
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I first saw my presumed ‘date’ this morning at my local farmer's market.
I had gone in order to purchase some luxurious bath salts from my dear friend Fluttershy, who had a stand dedicated to bath salts, and other herbal ingredients that went from medicinal uses, to adding a little more zing to one's cooking.
When I first saw my date in front of a produce stand, I had found it quite strange how he would wear tube socks with sandals. As soon as I saw him I knew that talking to him would be a bad idea, a crime against fashion does not go unnoticed when you are around someone who considers themselves the fashion police.
I don't normally like to portray myself as shallow or picky, but apparently for someone like myself to have standards I am seen as a ‘quote’ “Bitch” as my friend Rainbow Dash likes to put it.
I have always prefered my partners with a little finest and style as opposed to a ‘quote’ again, “Save the planet recycling hippie” as my other friend AppleJack’s grandmother, Granny Smith, likes to call them, but alas I can't really ask for much. A good ‘handsome’ man with a good heart is what i'm truly seeking for, anything more would simply be a bonus.
I honestly never thought I would find anyone to my liking at a farmers market until I saw ‘Him’.
He had the face of an angel, a nice chiseled complexion with a nice medium stubble going on that went splendidly with his blown back hair style, He also had a nice athletic build and beautiful golden eyes. I guess I could overlook the tube socks for now.
I had to push myself a bit in order to gain enough momentum to talk to him, but I did it.
I had started off with a simple question.
“Excuse me” I asked in order to get his attention “Could you please point me in the direction as to where I would be able to purchase some fine apples, please?”
As soon as he saw me, I couldn't help but feel my self esteem rise a bit as his eyes opened wide in surprise.
“Oh umm sure! I know a great apple stand that sells the most sweetest and juiciest apples” he said with a little bit of nervousness in his tone. “I could walk you there if you'd like?”
With a smile I responded.
“Oh that would be wonderful darling, thank you very much. My name is Rarity by the way”
“Nice to meet you Rarity, my name is Rico Suave” he said with a small bow of his head.
Even his name sounded like it was too good to be true. With introductions out of the way we had started up conversation while walking to the apple stand.
Our talk went from apples to talking about more personal matters, we chatted about our daily lives, habits, preferences and I had also gotten the opportunity to ask what had brought him to the farmers market in the first place, and apparently it turns out that he likes to buy exotic fruits for his morning smoothies that are not available in the super markets.
As the chat continued we had failed to realize that we had already made it to the apple stand and I admit I was not the least bit surprised when I saw which apple stand he had led me to. The stand known for having the most superb high quality apples and apple related foods was the stand owned by the Apple family, and the one working the stand today was my friend AppleJack.
AppleJack had noticed me and my new friend talking, and if it wasn't for the smirk and the role of her eyes, I would have felt bad for not introducing them to each other as soon as we walked up to the stand, however with that type of facial expression, I had already known that applejack knew exactly what I was doing, and if Rico Suave was someone worth keeping then she would know, as I would introduce him to her and the rest of our friends in the near future.
After talking for a few more minutes the question finally popped up. Finally, what took him so long.
“W-would you like to grab a bite to eat s-sometime?” he asked in a more nervous tone than before.
I was quite flattered to see that I had made a fellow like him stutter like Fluttershy. How cute.
“That sounds lovely” I replied with nice warm smile.
As he regained his Suave we both made plans to see each other tonight at “El Giardino” italian restaurant.
As our planning for the night started to come to an end I reached into my purse in order to buy some apples, it might not have been what I had come for, but I figured one could never have enough Apple family apples at home.
As I pulled my money out in order to pay for the few apples I was purchasing, I felt him rest his hand on mine and bring me to a halt, and as I raised my head up in order to look into his beautiful golden eyes he said…
“Please, Allow me”
...My body felt like melting right then and there, sure he might have been wearing tube socks and sandals that resembled a nerd, but he was a very handsome looking nerd none the less, and from that small action a gentleman as well.
With his eyes staring at me I could not find anything to say as I looked back at him with a dumbfounded look on my face. As he made the purchase, AppleJack handed me the apples in a bag and gave a small nod towards my companion while giving me a little wink. With that type of gesture I imagine she approves of him.
As I reach for the bag she replied in her country accent.
“Thanks yall! Yall have a good day now yah hear!”
Cell phone numbers were exchanged, and good bye’s were made, as he started walking away, I stayed where I was, watching him slowly disappear.
I had felt AppleJack come from around her apple stand, in order for her stand beside me on my my left side and look in the same direction as I was staring at.
“He sure is quite ah looker” she said.
“Indeed he is” I replied.
I felt another presence stand on my right side, and if I had not known that her stand was right across from AppleJack's possibly seeing everything that was happening, and if I had not gotten used to her quiet demeanor, then I would have been startled at her quiet approach.
“He seems like a nice guy as well” Fluttershy said, while also starring in the same direction I was.
I looked to my right side, finally breaking my sights in order to look at Fluttershy.
“Fluttershy dear, I might need some extra assistance in order to select the perfect bath salt for tonight's occasion” I said in a drunken love manor.
Fluttershy giggled softly and gives me one of her pure innocent smiles as she says.
“Of course Rarity, anything to help”.
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As I layed on my bed staring at the ceiling I began to think of what me and my partner of the evening would do for the night.Obviously dinner would be first, but what about after dinner? Would he want to go see a movie, go roller skating, maybe go for a walk on the beach?
As my mind started to think of all the cliché things a couple might do on a nice summer night, I thought what if he wants something...more?
I immediately shook the thought out of my head. Really Rarity, you’re just having dinner with the man and you’re already thinking of ‘that’ don’t be a harlot. However, I will not deny that a little fun in the sheets would not be a bad way to end the night.
As I turned to my clock on my bedside drawer, I realized I had only three hours to get ready. I guess to a normal person, that time would have been more than enough to get ready for a simple dinner, but for me looking my best has always been one of my most highest priorities.
From everything I did, to everywhere I went, I always made sure to look ravishing and look my best. Even if I had to go to the supermarket to simply buy some milk, I always made sure to look my best.
Some people would say that I was just a pampered priss that only cared about her looks, and although some of that is true.I will not deny it, I however would see it more as a sign of respect.
Who said that just because I was going to a supermarket, meant that I should go in sweat pants and sandals? Not that there's anything wrong with that, however Just because it may be a rinky-dink old super market does not mean it did not deserve the same type of customers a high end mall might have. To each his own I say.
As I got up from my bed I made my way towards the bathroom, where I took a fifteen minute shower followed by a thirty minute soak with a generous amount of vanilla ginger bath salt generously given to me by my dearest friend Fluttershy.
Soon after I had emerged from the tub and sauntered over to my bathroom mirror, I did some typical grooming to my face, waxed my lip, applied my usual face creams, and inspected my face for any other type of flaws, and as usual, everything was to my liking.
As I emerged from my bathroom with my hair wrapped up in a towel and a robe hugging my body quite comfortably, I made my way towards my closet, where I told myself. Now the hard part.
Choosing what to wear has proven to be a bit of a challenge for me at times, I looked good in everything, so choosing a wardrobe was quite difficult.
As I looked through my closet, I began to think and wonder of what Rico Suave would wear.
Would he try to look his best as well, or will he make an appearance in his tube socks and sandals again?
A part of me brought my mother into mind, as I remembered a phrase she would always tell me and my younger sister, Sweetie Bell.
“Just because someone likes to stay under a bridge does not mean you have to stay there with them” With that in mind, I told myself if my date wanted to make an appearance in his tube socks and sandals then so be it, but that does not mean I have to stop looking fabulous.
After going through my closet for the past half an hour I had finally decided on a wardrobe that would be casual -Or as casual as I could get- To make me feel comfortable, while still looking nice for whatever occasion may come up on a nice warm summer night.
I had decided to wear a white sleeveless turtleneck shirt that stopped just above my mid section and had a diamond open gap just above my chest that ended at my collarbone, a black skirt with a purple belt along with some black ankle boots and a black open front loose sweater cape with a black fedora wide brimmed hat.
I had fixed my hair in its usual style of waves going down past my shoulders.
A more modern style look that I hardly wore, however as I looked in the mirror I had questioned myself as to why I did not wear this type of look more often, I did look quite good in it.
I grabbed a gold choker that would finish my ensemble quite nicely, and applied my usual makeup.
As I was checking myself in the mirror-Again-Making sure everything was in order, I heard my alarm go off and I knew it was time for me to go, if I wanted to make it to the restaurant on time.
I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, gave myself a little wink of encouragement, grabbed my keys, and exited out the door for the night ahead.
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...And now here I am, sitting like an idiot on my own looking at other couples who seem to be enjoying their time together. I have been sitting here in this lonely table for almost forty five minutes now.
When I first arrived and did not see my date, I figured, He must be on his way, so why not start off with a glass of wine. After ten minutes of waiting, I thought, There's nothing wrong with being fashionably late, after twenty minutes I began to tell myself , Hmm traffic has been pretty bad lately, thirty minutes went by and I had started to think, Maybe he’s been mugged, maybe he’s been in an accident!, however as forty rolled in and two glasses of wine already traveled down my throat, I finally accepted the fact that he was not coming.
At forty five minutes the waiter had brought me my third glass of wine for the night. As I began to take sips of my wine I began to ponder, Was it something I did wrong? Was it something I said? I was certain I did not call him a nerd outside of my head.
As the doors to the restaurant would open, a little spark of hope could not help but light up inside me, but after I would see different couples come in, and the occasional caddie, my hopes could not help but sink lower into my chest.
It has been a long time since I have been in a relationship, almost four years now.
My line of work requires me to travel a bit, that I could never make any time to go out and socialize much during my trips, and when I am in town, not swimming in orders, I take the time to be with my best friends.
Tis the fashion business I suppose.
I do meet plenty of people while trying to expand my business and opening up new boutiques, and I have been making quite a name for myself in the fashion industry, however I’m not quite as out there as other fashion icons mostly due to my rules.
Rarity’s Rules of TLC, which stand for Time, Love, and Couture. Whereas others decide to fish out their work through an assembly line in order to produce a quick product for quick financial gain, I do not let any of my dresses, gowns, hats, scarves or even handkerchiefs set foot into one of my boutiques, let alone be sold, unless I have given it the official Time, Love, and Couture required in order for myself to feel satisfied enough to let one of my pieces be seen out in the world.
Nothing I produce is ever the same therefore each dress is unique, similar maybe, but never exactly the same. I know that it is because of this extra work I create for myself as to why I do not seem to make time to meet someone special, However, I love my work, I get to travel all over the world and meet new places, and new people, nothing romantic but still some new good friends and acquaintances.
Halfway through my wine I began to think and tell myself, Don’t fret darling, everything will be okay, however I still will not deny the fact that I was excited to spend the night with someone in hopes of maybe obtaining a relationship.
Maybe this is for the best though. Even if I had obtained a relationship with Rico Suave then how would I possibly be able to sustain it? I am quite busy at times that I honestly don’t think I would even have the time for a relationship.
Love prevails all, and I’m sure something could have been worked out.
I see the doors open and again my eyes and heart leap in the direction of the entrance only for them to sadly saunter back to me in order to see, Yet again, another happy couple walk in and ask for a table.
I let out a little sad sigh when all of a sudden I feel a sort of spark in me light up, a sort of small kettle in me that was dying had sprung into a huge flame. I tell myself that this is just one of many...ass hole’s out there, that would do such a despicable act towards a lady...BUT!
I would not let that hold me down, I will find someone one day and that’s all there is to it. I might have to deal through similar situations like this again, but surely it won’t be anything I cannot handle.
As I finish my wine and pay for my glasses, I exit the restaurant with a sad but yet a sort of spring in my step, as I tell myself, That’s the last time I do a guy in tube socks a favor.