So, last Saturday was the big date.
I was absolutely fabulous wearing that new dress as I strutted into the Sushi place Carl had picked. He was waiting there with drinks ready, at the best table in the house and had already ordered the tasting menu. I was impressed, he took care of everything! And he was looking very handsome in a dark suit and a dress shirt but without the tie.
The night turned out to be absolutely fabulous too. The food was exotic and tasty and Carl, not so nervous any more, was a dream company. I was amazed at how well he fitted the description of the perfect man I had so often preached about to my friends. He‘s smart, witty, educated, well-read, philosophical, a little nerdy, curious about everything, talented, artistic, musical, interested in languages and last but not least; funny. He‘s great at telling stories and I‘ve hardly ever laughed so much on a date before.
It even occurred to me that maybe this was it; maybe I‘ve found him? That was around the time Carl recited Shakespeare‘s sonnets after listening with enthusiasm to me explaining how my BA thesis had been about proving that Romeo and Juliet really isn‘t a love story.
So, I guess life with Carl would mean a lot of stimulating conversations. Exactly what I‘ve been looking for!
It turned out to be a long date. When the restaurant finally closed, we went over to Carl‘s place for some tea.
Obviously, no tea was consumed...but some saliva I guess. Yes, he‘s a great kisser as well. But that was all we did, I managed to tear myself away from him and go home, thus maintaining my ladylike manners as is my new technique.
I can tell you that the dress certainly did its job, though.
