The perfect date slows down my world when I take the first few steps towards him when he arrives and makes me forget about 5 minutes before when I was worrying about which shoes to wear and how much make up might have been too much. He smiles like everything around us freezes and looks me right in the eye to tell me I look beautiful. I get a sweet, short kiss on the lips and he pulls away and smiles as he takes my hand and escorts me to the car.
He is on time, keeps me calm when we're lost or late, but doesn't have to keep me calm because he planned directions ahead of time to keep us from getting lost or late. We arrive at the party and he greets my friends a strong handshakes and genuine "nice to meet you's". As I make my rounds around the party, he holds on to my hand but doesn't cling or drag. He comfortably lets go every so often as we make our way between people and tables, but he is right back with me as soon as it's comfortable again.
As I stop to make conversation with old friends, he gently puts his arm around my waist. Not too low to try to grab my ass. He contributes to the conversation and asks intriguing questions that show he's been paying attention and is actually interested. At the same time, he realizes when I'm done with the conversation and politely disengages so I have a chance to move to other acquaintances.
Dinner is as perfect as it gets. As strange as it sounds, he eats politely with a fork and knife. He continues to keep up with the conversation and even cracks a few jokes at the table. Every so often he looks over at me real sly as if to check how everything is for me, checks if I need another drink, or just catches me in a quick smile.
When the bride comments on how she wishes the candles at each table are lit since it is the "right time in the evening", he excuses himself. I'm fooled to think he just needs to find a restroom, but in a minute, a waitress begins to light the candles at each table. "Did you just... the candles...?" I ask, "Yeah," he replies smiling.
After the plates are cleared, I excuse myself to the restroom. I arrive back in a slight panic that the bride and groom are almost done cutting the cake and I didn't get pictures! Alas, of course he has already taken pictures for me.
Soon after dessert, we make our round of goodbye greetings. As we walk out to the car, he tells me how enjoyable the evening was, and I take hold of the opportunity to do the same.
He is my perfect date!
He is on time, keeps me calm when we're lost or late, but doesn't have to keep me calm because he planned directions ahead of time to keep us from getting lost or late. We arrive at the party and he greets my friends a strong handshakes and genuine "nice to meet you's". As I make my rounds around the party, he holds on to my hand but doesn't cling or drag. He comfortably lets go every so often as we make our way between people and tables, but he is right back with me as soon as it's comfortable again.
As I stop to make conversation with old friends, he gently puts his arm around my waist. Not too low to try to grab my ass. He contributes to the conversation and asks intriguing questions that show he's been paying attention and is actually interested. At the same time, he realizes when I'm done with the conversation and politely disengages so I have a chance to move to other acquaintances.
Dinner is as perfect as it gets. As strange as it sounds, he eats politely with a fork and knife. He continues to keep up with the conversation and even cracks a few jokes at the table. Every so often he looks over at me real sly as if to check how everything is for me, checks if I need another drink, or just catches me in a quick smile.
When the bride comments on how she wishes the candles at each table are lit since it is the "right time in the evening", he excuses himself. I'm fooled to think he just needs to find a restroom, but in a minute, a waitress begins to light the candles at each table. "Did you just... the candles...?" I ask, "Yeah," he replies smiling.
After the plates are cleared, I excuse myself to the restroom. I arrive back in a slight panic that the bride and groom are almost done cutting the cake and I didn't get pictures! Alas, of course he has already taken pictures for me.
Soon after dessert, we make our round of goodbye greetings. As we walk out to the car, he tells me how enjoyable the evening was, and I take hold of the opportunity to do the same.
He is my perfect date!
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