Anticipation, the wait was killing me. Months of on-line chatting and getting to know one another as best you can in an on-line situation, was finally being brought to its logical conclusion. I had a really good idea of what you were going to be like, our conversations were open and frank, very enjoyable and full of innuendo. We had arranged to meet at a restaurant that catered to both our palates. You, the delicate one, would be enjoying an exotic sea food dish. I, on the other hand, was more inclined to the robust and would be settling on a decent size steak. This posed a bit of a question as to the choice of wine. It had to be perfect for you. A well matured Chardonnay would do the trick.
Having arrived early, I waited at the bar before our table was ready, counting the moments before you would come through the door. There you are, at last, the picture of elegance, looking around and finally spotting me, you glide over with a sultry smile and say “Hello, it’s so good to finally meet you”. The voice has a slight quaver to it but it is very sexy. The Maîtres’ D beckons to us and our table is ready. The food, the wine and the conversation pass, hardly noticed. I am caught up in the wonder of how lovely you look. You see the twinkle in my eyes and with a smile you lean over and whisper “let’s get out of here”.