Skip to main content

Pollo de Bryan

By revolutionaire.
I had a date on Saturday. First first date I've had in a very long time. It felt really nice.

Sitting across from him at dinner, I felt chemistry. I mean, real fireworks and love-connections. It was neat to feel that way again. I know it seems funny, but every time I looked up and saw him gazing at me, his eyes would dart away as if he'd been caught. Busted. Had.

And I ... well, I just couldn't quit grinning about the whole thing.

But when I say the sparks flew, I mean boy did they fly! We were laughing and enjoying each other, we held hands across the table. It was all so very romantic. He kept telling me how beautiful I looked. I was comfortable, in a great mood, and very pleased with the romantic setting of his restaurant of choice. It was definitely a nice change from what I've been recently experiencing. I don't like bickering and it easily annoys me, and lately it seems as if that's all I could do. Saturday night's date was a complete 180 from what I've been going through.

He treated me to a palatable dinner at my most nostalgic restaurant, but nostalgic it may be, Carrabba's was a symbol of something new this time around. He started the night off right by meeting me at my car, walking me to the door, and opening it for me. Then he let me sit down first and let me order first. He was a complete gentleman. So to keep with the firsts and the new things, I ordered something I'd never tried before, and I was stupefied by how delicious it was (the name sounds so ordinary). He bought my dinner and offered to order dessert, but I opted not to -- I was beyond satisfied by dinner plate.

After dinner, he asked if a movie would be a good idea. Neither of us were dressed appropriately for a stroll, which would have been my leisure activity of choice, so we went to the cinema. We agreed on Smart People, but I think I enjoyed it more than he did. His favorite part, he said, was my resting my head on his shoulder.

After the movie, he took me to Sonic and got me a super-classy dessert -- M&M SONIC BLAST, ladies! And then, to top the evening off rightly, he took me to the store to run the errands he knew I'd needed to run before I headed home so that I wouldn't be out that late alone. What a gentleman!

He took me back to my car after a nearly seven hour date, and when we parted ways, still smiling (and, by this time, hurting from it), I couldn't help but think, maybe I've uncovered something remarkable about this man. Maybe he is different.

Comments

Laura said…
you held hands on the first date? OMG, racy lady!
April 16, 2008 at 11:34 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Someone busier than you is running right now.

By revolutionaire.
I have a confession to make to my spark buddy, Melissa: I did not go for a run last night. I'm terrible, I know. Here's what else I know: 1. I have never made such great progress in getting into shape as I did when I was jogging regularly. 2. My knee starts to stay in a constant state of noticeable discomfort after I've jogged for over a week. 3. I miss the liberating feeling of running. 4. I miss the empowerment of cross-training (biking, swimming, running) So I've been perusing the intarwebz for motivational media this morning. And while I hate Nike for their shoddy work ethic, jacked up prices, and apparently tiny clothes, I love them for their motivational material. I just have yet to find any media more inspiring to me than the following advertisements. And ... "I am addicted. I've collected footsteps before dawn. Seen places I never knew existed. Run to the moon and back. Been a rabbit for the neighborhood dogs. Obeyed the voice in my head. Let music carr...
Post a Comment
Read more

I am Doris.

By revolutionaire.
Thank you Laura for the link. This was interesting. I could relate to more than one of the posed situations. Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz... You Are a Doris! You are a Doris -- "I must help others." Dorises are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs. How to Get Along with Me * Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific. * Share fun times with me. * Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours. * Let me know that I am important and special to you. * Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. In Intimate Relationships * Reassure me that I am interesting to you. * Reassure me often that you love me. * Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me. What I Like About Being a Doris * being able to relate easily to people and to make friends * knowing what people need and being able to make their lives...
5 comments
Read more

Go Relax! (And I have a question for my readers.)

By revolutionaire.
Okay ... maybe I've been under a bit of stress lately. I'll admit, I have a tendency to carry a packed schedule. And for the most part, I can do this quite well. But there are times -- and I think they come in waves -- that I need to gtfo and decompress. This is why you suddenly find out I went to the beach, or was MIA for an entire weekend. It happens. It's been happening for my entire adult life. Those who know me, either embrace it, or get over the fact that I'm not changing. But I have to confess, even for me, the schedule lately has been an overwhelming one. At the end of May I was looking at my calendar and realized from that day through the middle of July, there isn't a single vacant weekend. I wish I were kidding. As much as I love being busy and having parties, volunteering, getting together with friends for coffee, and all of that fun stuff, if I don't get to take a long, retardedly hot shower every few nights and turn my phone off from time to time, ...
5 comments
Read more