Worst date, best date

Sincerely Yours

Dear crush of mine,

I wonder if you'll think I'm crazy once I tell you what my perfect date with you would look like. Maybe it's risky but I gave it some thought and decided to be honest. So here it is...

My perfect first date with you, the man I've been secretly adoring for a while is ... ok, calm down, just blur it all out already... a succession of misfortunes and unexpected situations. This special moment that I'll be cherishing for the rest of my life would, ideally, be full of troubles, mistakes and awkwardness. I'm just dying to see that pretty face of yours being filled with emotions.

Just imagine it ! We would decide to meet at a very nice café. While you pay for two huge lattes – after I insist on picking up the next check-, I carry the tray to our table. Unfortunately, with these heels I'm not used to wear, I trip and fell in front of you. Your white shirt -yes, it's always a white shirt if it's a fantasy – is covered with our beverages. It's only 10 min into our rendez-vous and I'm already feeling utterly miserable, absolutely certain that you hate my guts. But, as if by magic, your face lights up. You smile because you think my clumsiness is both hilarious and adorable.

« I guess I should head home and change », you say. Hoping to get some more time with you, I suggest to shop for a new t-shirt. Of course, we can't find that fancy store I tell you about. My feets are aching and I have to admit defeat. Instead of leaving, in a moment of genius, you remember about that restaurant on the outskirt of the city and suggest we take the bus to get there. I'm delighted.

It's late afternoon, the light is almost orange. You're warm and the seat is so cosy that you fall sound asleep. It's so precious to think you feel comfortable enough around me to let your guard down. I'm so amazed by the touch of your head on my shoulder that I forget about our stop.

After a while, you're conscious again. We go down the bus at the next stop and find ourselves in the middle of nowhere, completely alone. But we can hear waves. You look at me questioningly and my smile means « Yes, let's find the sea ». I take my heels off and you offer me your shoes.

The stars shine above us when we finally sit on the beach. Your initial panic is gone and I can see a sparkle in your eyes. You lean in for a kiss. But in the dark, your lips don't find their way to my mouth and end up on my nose ! You're flustered. How could a big guy like you make such a beginner's mistake ?

But I laugh.

And you join me.

And that makes all the rest go away.