First Date

It's been a while since I had a first date.  I've been enjoying the company of Mr. Flintstone somewhat exclusively and I love the comfort and safeness that that I feel when I'm with him.  It helps that Mr. Flintstone is kind and generous to a fault.  He's the type of guy who would jog a few miles in the butt crack of dawn to fetch me a peanut butter jelly doughnut.  He's all too happy to indulge the monsters that reside in my tummy.

But I miss the first dates.  The jitters.  The excitement.  The unknown.  The sense of adventure.  The feeling of extra naughtiness.

Late Monday night, a formal, yet witty, introductory note landed in my inbox.  My inbox rarely receives such an invitation these days since I'm not currently actively marketing Clandestine Encounters.  But this invitation, through fortuitous clicks of the mouse,  came in at just the right time and a meeting was planned for the next evening.

Normally, my dates are planned weeks in advance and I correspond with my potential dates for weeks, sometimes months, before the meeting.  So with only a few curtesy pleasantries tapped on our iPhones, the "x" factor associated with the first date was truly heightened.  

I got to the hotel bar a few minutes before our scheduled meeting time.  I sat at a table waiting or a late 30s single white male wearing a blue suit and light green ties.  while fumbling through my purse looking for my lip gloss, from the corner of my eyes I saw a tall handsome male in his late 30s wearing a suit.  I didn't turn.  He didn't look like he could be my date.  But he came straight over to me and introduced himself.    

"I wasn't expecting someone so good looking."
"I was."
"So are you surprised?"
"Yes."
"I look that bad?"
"No.  You look much better than I had pictured."

And the small talk continued over our respective glass of wines.

"You know, I think you are prettiest when you are laughing at me."

The date continued with a lot of laughter.

"Will I see you again?"
"I'm not going to call anyone else."
"So that was a no?"
"That was a definite yes, silly."

The next day at work, I spent the good part of the day day dreaming about the first date.  The excitement that I felt.  I spent the day smiling like an idiot thinking that none of my coworkers would suspect where I had been the night before.

I had my first date fix and now I'm returning to the comforting arms of Mr. Flintstone.  We are heading towards a warmer weather where we plan to do nothing but eat, sleep, read and, of course, play for a week.