It felt like rain on a desert.
I haven't had a good date in so long I'd forgotten. Until last night.
How good it feels to have someone do something nice just for me, take the time to make reservations and make it really special. How nice to hear someone laugh at my lame jokes even when I knew they were lame.
How nice not to occupy air with flirting and no substance. How nice to feel him watch me even when I knew he knew I knew he was watching.
How nice to catch it silently and say no more. How nice.
How lovely to be treated as though he was the one being treated.
And I thank him for that.
But....(you could see that coming, couldn't you?) the last time I ventured out into romantic waters I had to change my name and go into the Bloggers Witness Protection Program. That must be working out all right. Our last date was four months ago and he hasn't found me yet. Thank God for anonymous proxies!
But yesterday was different. I threw out the LIST. You know the one. Must be handsome. Must be tall. Must be employed
At least this woman does.
I would like to thank him for treating his date like a lady. And for making me feel special. Sometimes meeting someone serves a purpose other than having more dates with them or beginning a new relationship. Sometimes it's just a date.
This was a good one.