So I pick up a couple of bottles of wine and drive over to Aarons place. Hes cooking me dinner. When I get there, though I can hardly breathe because of the illness, the house smells amazing. Theres champagne (a VERRRY expensive bottle) chilling, and hes already drinking it. He pours me a glass and starts the grand tour.
The house is amazing, and I start to get insecure about how he is worlds away from me in the amazing living spaces department. Its like watching some MTV Cribs show or looking through an interior design magazine or something. Its stunning. Im gulping the champagne because its making me nervous.
We talk about our recent travels and then about local places and events. Hes a commercial real estate attorney and knows everything about whats going on with regards to local progress. He is successful and very self-assured, and Im just not used to that. No, Im taking that back look at Movie Director. I dont know what it is about him that makes me nervous, but whatever it is, it does. So the champagne gets gulped until the bottle is gone and I start to feel better.
Then hes making more dinner. Hes already seared Ahi tuna and has given me some delicious goat cheese bruschetta as an appetizer, so onward with the Caesar salad with dressing made from scratch while I watch. Honestly, at that point, I think hes actually trying to overwhelm me. We eat salad in the dining room, and he asks if I want more wine and I tell him yes. So he looks at the bottles I brought, and then says, Im going to get something else.
I guess the boring mainstream wines that I brought are just not good enough, so he goes downstairs (wine cellar?) and brings back some fancy-pants French bottle of chard. At that point, I dont give a crap. Fine. If he wants to try to impress me like that, Im going to sit back and let myself be spoiled.
Dinner was grilled lobster tails. He had originally planned for pasta and asparagus too, but we decide that its just too much food, so he goes outside to grill the tails while I cozy up to the fire thats roaring in the fireplace.
Once lobster is done, he brings the plates over and joins me by the fire. The tails are wonderful, and hes actually occasionally feeding me! Once I give in, I REALLY give in! And the last and final course consists of ice cream with fresh strawberries and pieces of insanely yummy dark chocolate!!
He pops a piece of chocolate into my mouth and tells me not to chew, but to let it melt and to savor the taste on my tongue. Once melted, he kisses me. Im so relaxed from full belly and warm fire and dry wine that I give in oh so easily. Its dreamlike.
Ohhh .so dreamlike.
And before I know it, Im waking up on the sofa in the middle of the night!
Yes, friends. I did it again. I got sooooo comfortable that I simply fell asleep! I toss and turn a little when I realize what Id done, but I soon rolled over and fell back to sleep for a while. When I woke again, I noticed the glass of water and the t-shirt and sweatpants hed laid out for me. And also a note, telling me that hed make me coffee and breakfast in the morning.
How very sweet, but by the time I noticed them, he was already awake and checking on me. Ugh. I was so embarrassed.
I apologized, and he told me not to think anything of it that I was obviously very comfortable and very, very tired. He offered breakfast a few times, but I sheepishly declined. He did make coffee and toast topped with gourmet jelly (naturally). I ended up slopping the jelly all over the place, and I just wanted to get the hell out of there.
I came home and realized just how bad my cold really is. Ive been napping on the couch all day.
I wonder if he will ever call me again?? Or maybe he will just die again. It would just figure.
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