Just Another Friday Night Out With the Girlfriend
Dinner for two.
An improv date night at the last minute!
And I got a reservation at a nice semi-formal farm-bougie restaurant in an upscale small town where we live. I always loved going out with my special girl, and we had both been to this restaurant before with different people.
Tonight, we’d share the excellent food and love together.
I arrived first wearing a simple Calvin Klein deep wine-colored polo, faded blue jeans, some brown Cole Haan casual leather shoes, and my favorite Navy blue quilted Barbour jacket. Looking dashing as ever, I ordered my specialty Cosmo up; special meant they used Cointreau instead of triple-sec and a little raspberry syrup. It was tasty.
She arrived at 7:05 for our seven o’clock dinner reservation, and as parking is usually tight, she was early! Our eyes locked, and she smiled and took my breath away as I felt my heart drop.
Her flowing red hair and radiance lit the room as she sashayed in. The maitre d’ greeted her and brought my lovely lady to me. She sampled my cocktail and kissed me.
“Been waiting long?” she joked. It was our inside joke. She was always late for everything.
“Never too late for you!” I quipped.
She had been running errands in curve-hugging black yoga pants, a lovely grey sweater that ran to her wrists, and a black jacket. Somehow my delicate creature makes everything look good.
“Hi baby, damn, you look good,” I said, as I wrapped my arm aound her curvy body.
She just shook her head a little, the way she always does, as she was led to our table.
I settled my tab and followed her with my drink in hand to a familiar table in a crowded dining room with unfamiliar faces. The gallery was primarily unhappy couples, some with children, most without smiles, and almost all had cell phones in hand. Typical Friday night.
We were seated at a table where I jealously watched a couple occupy our seats the last time I was here. They were kissing and laughing the evening away like teenagers in love. “I wish that were us,” I thought that night.
Sitting on our loveseat, we held each other and shared bites, laughs, and stolen kisses. Our wait staff were prompt and trained to turn over our table quickly but we weren’t budging.
“Sir, would you like another glass of wine?” the server asked like a ninja as I went in for a deep tongue kiss, and I barely stopped mid-slurp to say with a smile, “no thank you.”
“Kiss-blocking mutha-fucker!” I thought.
Tonight they would not get our table as we savored each other, every moment and each morsel.
This evening would right a past painful meal memory for us both. I ordered merlots, and delicious freshly baked bread that came with lovely fresh tomato marmalade.
We toasted, “to tonight, to replace bitter memories.”
We clinked glasses and drank. “Damn straight,” I thought. Let’s start fresh.
As we talked and caressed each other, I could feel the gaze of the other patrons as they enviously watched us enjoy our night, as I did in their seats months ago.
We savored our plates of pasta, bread, and crab cakes; each gastro-delicacy thoroughly, and I took the remainder home for another day.
“Tiramisu?” she asked, as we looked at the dessert menu.
“I’d like to have you for dessert, babe!” I whispered in her ear. “I wish!” And she just devilishly smiled and grabbed my hand to her crotch and said, “you know, I’m creamy.”
“God,” I exclaimed, “the back of the X5 is tinted.”
She knew this all too well. I have eaten her many times in the dark seats of my ride! Unfortunately, I also understood she wouldn’t have time for any skullduggery tonight.
“I wish we could,” she said with a tinge of sadness. “I have to go home.”
“Someday, that’ll change.”
We did manage to indulge in a couple of decadent desserts, and I couldn’t wait to plunder her for my main meal, but that would have to wait for another stolen opportunity.
You see, my friends, this wasn’t my wife. It was my girlfriend who I want to be with. Tonight wasn’t like the past outing with our spouses. It was one of the best nights with her, and soon it will be every night together.
Thank you to MonalisaSmiled for her help making things shine; congrats on 4500 followers again. You ROCK…. now if someone would write that cruise story, LOL