All that prep, all that possitive energy
all culminating to
well, 2 people spending a pleasant afternoon together.
I kissed her hand when she said duck was her favorite.
That sparked conversation several different directions.
Caviar, wine, wit and in common.
I just hope she thinks about me as often as I think about her.
Oh, and aside from breaking a bowl and doing her usual face smooching
my dog was in excellent form.
I've invited her to the french restaurant and sushi... its not so much that I want to impress her, its that I'd go to these places more often if I had someone to go with.
I don't know how she feels about me... or that she's in as much torment as I am. I highly doubt she does, that she is.
Most unfortunate.
Oh, and we're negotiating next weekend. I asked, she said.