Archive for October 12th, 2010
When Joe and I were first dating, I remember being really excited that he wanted to take me out to dinner. Back in those days, I did not go out to eat often. I know that sounds weird, but you’ve got to remember, I was a professional dancer (those people don’t eat), I worked at restaurants (people who work at restaurants typically don’t eat at them), and my previous suitors were actors, dancers and students who “didn’t have any money.” Go figure.
Yup, I felt every bit the princess getting ready for a special dinner out, with a guy who was crazy about me. I showered, blew my hair out into a vixen’s mane, painted my nails, darkened my lips, threw on a sexy, slinky black dress, and sprayed perfume in the nave of my neck. I was ready…ready for this guy to not be able to take his eyes off me…
Joe, every bit the romantic, arrived at my front door with a dozen red roses. He took my hand, softly kissed it, and walked me to his car, opening the door of course. I thought to myself, “I could get used to this…” After arriving at the restaurant, Joe placed his hand on my back, gently guiding me inside. The hostess escorted us to a dimly lit table for two in the back. My heart was beating rapidly. I was thinking, “Wow… I am this guy’s dream…” But, don’t worry folks, my second thought was, “This guy is not so bad either.” [ Read the full article ] »