There’s charcuterie on the table, accompanied by an oud wood scented candle and the soft sounds of Italian music playing faintly in the background. I’ve decided tonight is going to be special. Not for any particular reason, I just find it’s not often that men are on the receiving end of romantic gestures.
I’m wearing that dress he likes and waiting eagerly by the door. I hear the jingle of his keys outside and he walks in as the opening notes of That’s Amore start playing. I give him a long kiss and he chuckles and asks “What’s all this about?” I smile and respond “I wanted to do something special for you.” He notices the edibles I purchased earlier and smiles knowingly. It’s been at least a year since we had a marijuana fueled lovemaking session. We sit down at the table, talking, laughing, and eating, savouring each other’s company. When we’re done we move to the couch and ingest the sweet mango flavoured drug and watch a movie while we wait for the effects to kick in. An hour passes and I can tell he’s feeling the high, it always hits him first. I suggest we go to bed so we shut off the TV and make our way to the room.