I was naturally nervous before my date this evening. I had my doubts and now I wonder if my expectations were too low. My last date the conversation was stilted, it was generally uncomfortable, and the conversation did not come easy. I did not see any attraction to her even though she seemed like a very nice young lady.
The same cannot be said of tonight’s date. It was wonderful, easy and flowing. Any silence that occurred was nothing but comfortable. I could easily see myself with this woman for many nights to come.
Of course, it would be a huge overstatement to say she’s “the one” but – wow – it could not have gone any better if I scripted it.
I was early to the restaurant. We were only supposed to have drinks but we were both hungry, so we ordered dinner. The conversation came easy as well as the smiles and laughs. We had quite a bit in common and much to discuss.
I was early. I waited at the table. I watched as the hostess brought several women to their tables “is that her?” I’d ask myself. I was buried in the menu when she arrived. She smiled as she sat down, a nice bright smile with dimples. I was hooked.
She took a while to figure out what she wanted but we talked and joked and kidded while she did. I don’t know what it was about her but I was at ease almost immediately. It was the curve of her face, the softness of her smile and the color of her hair… blonde hair that just rested on her shoulders.
I’m not afraid to tell you I was smitten. Nice laugh, great vocal tone – I know, it’s weird, but these are things I notice. We also felt the same way about most things, like the way we both liked “The Princess Bride” (I mean, c’mon – who doesn’t?)
You know, I’m trying to organize my thoughts in the most coherent way but I can’t. I can’t help replaying the conversations in my head. I can’t help the way I felt driving home. We exchanged numbers before we left the restaurant and I called her as soon as I got in the car. I wanted to leave her a message at home that would let her know the way I felt. I dialed the number…
“Hello?” she answered. “Oh” I said, “this is your cell phone!” I was a bit embarrassed but gushed a little at what a wonderful time I had with her and how comfortable the whole evening felt. I could hear her blush through the phone.
The tires never hit the ground on the way home. I floated easily down the road on a cushion of air. It was nice just feeling that, even if it ends up being just the 15 minutes it took to get home. Even if nothing further happens with us, I’ll know that this night will always be there.
And it was wonderful.
The same cannot be said of tonight’s date. It was wonderful, easy and flowing. Any silence that occurred was nothing but comfortable. I could easily see myself with this woman for many nights to come.
Of course, it would be a huge overstatement to say she’s “the one” but – wow – it could not have gone any better if I scripted it.
I was early to the restaurant. We were only supposed to have drinks but we were both hungry, so we ordered dinner. The conversation came easy as well as the smiles and laughs. We had quite a bit in common and much to discuss.
I was early. I waited at the table. I watched as the hostess brought several women to their tables “is that her?” I’d ask myself. I was buried in the menu when she arrived. She smiled as she sat down, a nice bright smile with dimples. I was hooked.
She took a while to figure out what she wanted but we talked and joked and kidded while she did. I don’t know what it was about her but I was at ease almost immediately. It was the curve of her face, the softness of her smile and the color of her hair… blonde hair that just rested on her shoulders.
I’m not afraid to tell you I was smitten. Nice laugh, great vocal tone – I know, it’s weird, but these are things I notice. We also felt the same way about most things, like the way we both liked “The Princess Bride” (I mean, c’mon – who doesn’t?)
You know, I’m trying to organize my thoughts in the most coherent way but I can’t. I can’t help replaying the conversations in my head. I can’t help the way I felt driving home. We exchanged numbers before we left the restaurant and I called her as soon as I got in the car. I wanted to leave her a message at home that would let her know the way I felt. I dialed the number…
“Hello?” she answered. “Oh” I said, “this is your cell phone!” I was a bit embarrassed but gushed a little at what a wonderful time I had with her and how comfortable the whole evening felt. I could hear her blush through the phone.
The tires never hit the ground on the way home. I floated easily down the road on a cushion of air. It was nice just feeling that, even if it ends up being just the 15 minutes it took to get home. Even if nothing further happens with us, I’ll know that this night will always be there.
And it was wonderful.