I picked Julia up around 10am the following morning at her apartment. It was not an expensive complex, but it was in a nice part of town. Her place was small and nicely decorated nothing fancy, just nicely neat and tidy.
"I need to do some shopping before we head to my place," I informed her. "I don't usually keep much in the way of fresh produce or meat at my place for just me. However, I fully intend to make the most of the home cooked meal you promised me last night."
"Any thing you want, your wish is my command," she replied.
"Steak, fried potatoes, and a salad would suit me just fine."
"What, no desert?"
"Now that you mention it, something with lots of chocolate would be good."
The trip to the grocery store was the most pleasant one I had ever had. Shopping with Julia in a grocery store was like being with a ten year old in a toy store. She had to check out every aisle of the store I stopped to do my shopping at. Somehow I managed to come out of there with two cart loads of food. I had enough food to feed a small army for a week.
"That was fun," she commented as we left. "I don't usually get to shop like that on my salary. It was nice not to have to keep a running total as I shopped. There is nothing more embarrassing than not having enough money when you check out."
"I can truthfully say, I probably spent more today on food than I have in the last year."
"I hope I didn't spend too much? I wouldn't want to think I caused you to be short because of my spending spree."
"Nothing to worry about there, money ceased to be a concern for me years ago."
The morning was still cool and it felt nice to drive with the windows down in my truck. Julia kept up a lively conversation about nothing in general as we drove along. She was a very animated sight as she talked with her hands moving every which way while her long blond hair whipped around her head.
"The country is so different from where I live. It is so quiet and peaceful out here compared to my apartment complex. My neighbors are all nice, but thin walls are still thin walls. It is so hard to have any privacy when your neighbor's living room is only six inches away from yours. I think the designer did it on purpose every time I have to listen to somebody else's bedsprings creaking."
"That will not be much of an issue at my place. My nearest neighbor is almost a half mile away. I haven't even spoken to them in almost two years."
"This is your house?" she asked in awe. "It is huge. Nobody else lives here with you? Don't you ever get lonely in all of that room by yourself?"
