Middle Class Love #Wattys2015

First Date

Dear Diary,

He's much better that I expected him to be. I thought he'd be one of the too hot to handle types but he seems quite...normal! I can imagine standing next to him and not wishing I were prettier. It was just awkward and I could see he was uncomfortable as well. Not bad for a twenty five year old. Get him talking about travelling and he's absolutely fascinating to listen to! Well, I am nevertheless skeptical about the First Impression principle. He could have rehearsed the whole thing and just acted charming to woo me. What's best to disarm him, a dinner at a restaurant maybe?

And so we went ahead with that plan. I decided to test him and guessed it will not come without retaliation. Of all the clothes I had I chose a short blue sleeveless dress with a brown belt. Teaming it with brown heeled boots, I grabbed an ikat print handbag to complete my look. Wish me luck! I am going to see him.

Cafe Pritchard was my choice. Nothing beats the absolutely classy decor and the contemporary menu. The cocktails there were simply amazing. Around nighttime, singers performed world classics and the occasional chart toppers. There was a rather beautiful lake that the balcony overlooked.

Romantic Settings: check, Great food: check, Amazing Music: check, Shy guy: double check.

He was there as I had expected. Pulling off my nerdy glasses I approached the table, my curls bouncing under the impact of my gait. He smiled at me but made no effort to pull the chair for me. I smiled in return and settled down. "I like this place already." He said cooly. Smiling I said "Well, I was hoping you would." He smiled again, I didn't. A sultry Arabic song played softly in the background, rather inappropriate for the mood, huh? Intentionally, I stepped on his shoe covered foot. "Oops! I gasped "I'm really sorry..really.". He waved it off and gave me a rather seductive smirk. I returned the compliment and ran a hand through my hair, pushing myself against the backrest of the chair. He laughed softly before fingering the menu. "So, what do we order?" He asked. "You must definitely try the Arabian starters." I answered with a passionate laugh. "That's a lot of non-veg" He said but nevertheless agreed to order them. The two of us decided on two different varieties of pasta for the main course and tiramisu for dessert. The nodding waiter took down the order and left to inform the kitchen staff. We were left alone for a while.

"You seem to be a big fan of Arabian food." He asked with a good natured smile. "Ohh yess." I chirped out while interlocking my hands and holding them close to my heart "Nothing turns me on more than Arabian food!!". His smile gave way to a laugh and he whispered "Well, I have competition then." I rested my right hand on the arm of the chair , allowing myself to lean on it. Testing him I said "You'd better be good in bed." He looked up from the menu card with an expression of surprise. "Hey, I have zero experience." I nodded with a sly smile. "But" he continued "I'll see how I can make myself useful.". Judge me, NOW; I thought while asking him brazenly "What are you going to do, watch porn? Ask your dad?". He blushed. "Monica" he said with his palms facing me, hands up in surrender, "I will ask you in due time. Be sure to tell me what you like." I liked how he was feigning seriousness, like a boss. I laughed at him and held up the wineglass "You'll read up on it, won't you?". He blushed furiously and placed his hands on the sides of his face. With a smile of submission he sighed "Monica, you're a riddle wrapped in an enigma. Truly fascinating to decode." I took that as a compliment. "As for me" I said "Its too early to judge you.". He shook his head in agreement. The waiter approached us with the food and said "Enjoy your meal" while placing it on the table.

I spooned some chicken kebab onto my plate while watching him settle for a large piece of fried fish. "Try the dip" I urged him. He followed my tip. Piercing one of the sides of the piece, he secured it with the fork. I watched him eat the first piece. On putting it in his mouth, he disengaged the fork and placed it on the quarter plate. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the backrest and let the taste overwhelm him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and focused them on me with a look of fascination. "I am not underestimating my contender.". I laughed at this one. Smart.Cute. I would wait till we'd get to know each other better and ask him of he thought of me as a slut.

In fifteen minutes straight we let our forks hop from quarter plate to quarter plate, helping ourselves to braised lamb, char grilled chicken and mutton fry. Pasta arrived soon.

Filling my plate with the rich, creamy white sauce , I prepared myself for the treat. I offered some of my spaghetti to him and he his farfalle to me. "I've never tried farfalle before" I told him honestly "Its great!". He grinned and exclaimed "Well, that leaves us to legitimately say that we have butterflies in our stomachs!". I laughed at the joke.

It was gratifying to see it melt into warmth and openness. "Have you been to Italy?" he asked. "Nope" I answered "I do want to visit that bridge and leave a lock of love there." He nodded. "Its a beautiful place. I bet you'll love it."

Curious, I asked him "What makes you say that?". " You're clearly fond of the erotic. Italy is home to anything romantic, mostly erotic." I squinted and pursed my lips "Hey, I didn't mean 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' when I said that you'd better be good in bed.". He laughed. "Anyways" he continued "Paris would be more relevant then.". Wow, here we were , indirectly planning a honeymoon.

Dessert arrived on cue. This time, he watched me as I took my first helping of tiramisu. "Not bad at all" I mouthed after letting the taste of coffee sink in. He was content with it. "Its the ultimate treat for the coffee addict!" he exclaimed. "And Italian" I added "For the erotic soul!".

Dinner ended well. We went dutch over the bill. He volunteered to drop me home. I was all the more happy to oblige.

Till Next Time..I'm waiting for it, you see

Monica Lawrence

Mood: Happy

Song: Happy- Pharrell Williams