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i've had a great time this weekend!
a real date on st.valentine's day.
with 'i'll pick you up at 7' on the phone, flowers, fansy restaurant with candles and wine, a little black dress and hair done.
with smiles and compliments and embarassement at times.
it felt really good. it felt easy and enjoyable.
'believe it or not, but i've never had a real, full-service date before', i told leroy.
'oh, come on!', he didn't believe me.
'i'm serious! with all the bells and whistles, all that it implies - never', i smiled, 'i've been to restaurants, i've got flowers and all of that, but it never composed a full, right date'.
'what were you doing in high school then?', he chuckled, 'that's what high schools are for - to develop skills you need to get girl into', he paused thinking.
'what? into bed after the restaurant pre-phase?', i laughted, 'wouldn't it be too - flat? tacky? cheesy?'
'okay, okay, i got you', he nodded and said, 'skills required for boring or so to say perfect dates. really, high school and no dates?'.
'after high school i was busy getting married, remember?', i reminded him.
'you are not kidding about that, are you?', leroy asked, 'no dates, but a real official marriage behind you?'.
'that's weird, right? but no kidding here, only real life stories', i assured him.
'you're a freaky russian', leroy shook his head.
he asked me few more questions about my marriage and drove me home.
we kissed at my doorstep. it was nice.
'so', he started expressively.
i smiled and tried to catch my breath, 'so according to formal dates etiquette rules i should invite you in?'.
'in fact it should be a knee jerk, you know', he disapproved my guestion.
'i'll be working on it', i promised, 'shall we start it all over again then for my practice's sake?'.
'which part of it all? right from the restaurant or -', he smiled wryly.
'the most significant one', i smiled back and he kissed me again.
it was breath-catching again.
'would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?', i asked finally.
'yeah', he replied.
and while i was opening the door whispered in my ear joyfully, 'a cup of coffee is all i'm getting here tonight, right?'.
'um, you being perceptive', i smiled.
'you know, it turns out sometimes it's not easy to avoid being tacky and cheesy! sometimes all you want is being that! and you just can't help it', leroy said then.
we laughed.
a real date on st.valentine's day.
with 'i'll pick you up at 7' on the phone, flowers, fansy restaurant with candles and wine, a little black dress and hair done.
with smiles and compliments and embarassement at times.
it felt really good. it felt easy and enjoyable.
'believe it or not, but i've never had a real, full-service date before', i told leroy.
'oh, come on!', he didn't believe me.
'i'm serious! with all the bells and whistles, all that it implies - never', i smiled, 'i've been to restaurants, i've got flowers and all of that, but it never composed a full, right date'.
'what were you doing in high school then?', he chuckled, 'that's what high schools are for - to develop skills you need to get girl into', he paused thinking.
'what? into bed after the restaurant pre-phase?', i laughted, 'wouldn't it be too - flat? tacky? cheesy?'
'okay, okay, i got you', he nodded and said, 'skills required for boring or so to say perfect dates. really, high school and no dates?'.
'after high school i was busy getting married, remember?', i reminded him.
'you are not kidding about that, are you?', leroy asked, 'no dates, but a real official marriage behind you?'.
'that's weird, right? but no kidding here, only real life stories', i assured him.
'you're a freaky russian', leroy shook his head.
he asked me few more questions about my marriage and drove me home.
we kissed at my doorstep. it was nice.
'so', he started expressively.
i smiled and tried to catch my breath, 'so according to formal dates etiquette rules i should invite you in?'.
'in fact it should be a knee jerk, you know', he disapproved my guestion.
'i'll be working on it', i promised, 'shall we start it all over again then for my practice's sake?'.
'which part of it all? right from the restaurant or -', he smiled wryly.
'the most significant one', i smiled back and he kissed me again.
it was breath-catching again.
'would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?', i asked finally.
'yeah', he replied.
and while i was opening the door whispered in my ear joyfully, 'a cup of coffee is all i'm getting here tonight, right?'.
'um, you being perceptive', i smiled.
'you know, it turns out sometimes it's not easy to avoid being tacky and cheesy! sometimes all you want is being that! and you just can't help it', leroy said then.
we laughed.