Reality Over Expectation

A Perfect Gentleman

A Perfect Gentleman

I smoothed the edges of my hair before opening the door, revealing a handsomely dressed Jason Jordan. Dark grey slacks, black button down, an Armani watch, black leather dress shoes, and the best part about Jason’s outfit was his gorgeous smile. “Bianca, you-- you,” Jason cleared his throat, “You look absolutely amazing!” Jason exclaimed.

“Do you really think so?” I asked, doing a 360 turn, so he could see the outfit in its entirety.

Jason inched closer to me and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers into mind. “Yes, I really do.” Jason lifted my hand towards his lips, and kissed it gently. I felt the corners of my mouth turn, I couldn’t help but smile. I then wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and he snaked both of his arms around my waist, pressing my body against his, we couldn’t have been any closer. I gazed into his beautiful eyes, hours seeming to pass by. He then gently pecked my lips, a short kiss, but nonetheless sweet. He then released his grasp from my hips and held my hand, stepping out to get one last look at my outfit. “Spin for me.” He said flirtatiously, while holding my hand above my head prompting me to spin like a princess in a ball gown. “Wow.” Was his only response. We hadn’t even left the hotel room yet, and the date was already off to a great start.

With my hand in his, Jason escorted me to our ride, a beautiful limousine, the tuxedo-clad chauffeur waiting for us. “Is this for us?” I exclaimed?

“I wanted to make an impression, what do you think?” Jason asked.

“It’s amazing.” I pronounced with a heartfelt smile.

“Only the best for a Johnson.” Jason said with a playful wink, “After you, milady?” Jason teased, adding a bow for dramatic effect.

I smiled at his playful chivalry, and curtsied. “Why thank you, Ser Knight.” I teased.

Jason took my hand, and the chauffeur opened the door for us, Jason prompted me to take my seat first, which I did, he then followed suit. The interior was magnificent, posh sofa seating, a metal cooler filled with ice and champagne, and plenty of room. “I can’t believe this is all for us!”

“I can’t believe you aren’t used to this kind of lifestyle already.”

I giggled. “Now, I’m not. The public didn’t know about me being The Rock’s daughter until a year ago.”

“Well I know that, I’m just surprised no man has ever spoiled a stunning woman like yourself before.” Jason said with a wink.

That was it, I’ve made up in my mind that Jason was perfect. He had everything, the look, the confidence, the caring nature; why hadn’t he been in my life sooner? Everything about this night had been perfect, and we still haven’t even been to dinner yet. Both Dwayne and Tony would approve of Jason, what father wouldn’t want his daughter bringing home someone like Jason? The perfect gentleman, I only hope I could be the perfect lady for him.

***

After chatting in the limousine, we had finally made it to our destination. A Five Star Hibachi Grill, which seemed to be empty because there wasn’t a car to be seen. The chauffeur opened up the door for us, and Jason exited first and then turned around and helped me get out the car. Jason had the look on his. You know, the look that every guy gives his girl when he knows she’s the one. I can read it all in his face. His eyes are brighter than normal, and almost smiling themselves, and the corners of his mouth are turned up ever so slightly, not a smirk but a slight grin, barely showing the laugh lines on his face. I wrapped my arms around his bicep, snuggling them like a teddy bear. Jason then caressed my hand as we walked towards the entrance of the restaurant. The hostess greeted us with a smile, “Ahh, Mr. Everhart, so glad to see you. Your table is set liked you asked, and your food is being prepared as we speak, please enjoy your night.” The hostess then directed us toward a table, right by the grill with plates in the design of a pua flower. It was so adorable. “Jason, how did you get all of this done?” I asked.

“I pulled some strings, returned some favors. Anything to make this the best date you’ve ever had.”

I was speechless, this was the most romantic moment of my whole life. Jason organized so much all for the sake of impressing me, and I thought I was the one going crazy over this date.

***

The date wasn’t done after the restaurant, no, Jason had yet another surprise. And this time he actually gave me hint as to what his plans were. He said the date would involve sand, so I immediately thought ‘Beach!’ But I felt like we were a little too overdressed for the beach, so I was very excited as to what Jason had in store for the next portion of our date.

And to think, the date couldn’t get any better. I was right about the beach, but I wasn’t prepared for what was awaiting us. A whole show full of Polynesian music, dancing, and all sorts of other tricks and trades that my people have practiced for generations. The first of the events was some intense drumming, and then a Haka, which is a war dance. It was very intense, and somewhat violent, but very majestic at the same time. The men’s face were painted, and they were wearing the traditional grass skirts, and flowers around their ankles and wrist. Following them was a beautiful hula dance, the women in their leis, vibrant colored tube tops, and grass skirts. In addition to the hula, the women also did a traditional Samoan/Tongan dance, a little more dramatic and fierce than the hula. Finally, the event ended with fire dancers. The circle of flames lit up the night sky, as the sun was hiding behind the horizon. After the event was over, Jason and I applauded. Never have I ever seen so many things from my culture in one place, it makes me sad that I don’t know more about it. But maybe Jason wouldn’t mind learning more about my heritage with me, after all he was the one to organize this event so he has to have some interest in Polynesian culture, I wouldn’t want him to do all of this just for me, even if every last bit was perfect.

***

Jason and I finally made it back to our hotels, with my room being the first stop. I swiped my keycard through the slot, and trotted sheepishly into my room. The night was perfect, but man was I beat! I had to get up very early tomorrow morning, so rest was well needed. Jason’s arms draped over my waist, hugging me tightly with a tender grip.

“Tonight was one of the best experiences of my entire life, I’m glad I got to spend it with you.” Jason softly whispered in my ear.

“I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even the main event match at Wrestlemania.” I flirted.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do.” I said with a smile.

Jason’s soft lips then made contact with the skin on my neck, he then continued to slowly kiss the same spot over and over again. It felt so nice. He then stopped kissing me and scooped me up bridal-style, cradling me into his strong arms and continued to kiss my neck, moving up to my lips. I kissed back, naturally, and within a matter of seconds we were already french kissing. The passion between us was unreal, I’ve never felt this way with anyone. Not CJ, Corey or even Spirit. This was love, this was raw; it’s what I’d been searching for in someone.