Lost (Personal Descriptive/Narrative Essay)

Matt's iridescent, silver shirt was unbuttoned about halfway revealing his glistening, chiseled chest. With a casual flip of his wrist, he tucked his long, brown hair neatly behind his ear. Even from half way across the crowded bar I could clearly see his deep blue eyes and his perfectly formed lips.
He playfully bounced from the stage into a sea of beautiful young women, all vying for the attention of the lead singer. As though holding a number at the deli counter, I waited my turn. I nervously fidgeted with my hair. It was teased to the ideal height of about two inches so that my ha…