It's Tuesday morning and I am on my way to work. I am very thankful to have such a wonderful job since most people aren't that lucky. I am a chef at one of the two, five star restaurants in town. Most of the time I am there on weekdays, but like most people, I have to work the occasional weekend, but I love my job. Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be a chef. I loved helping my mom in the kitchen and would watch cooking shows every chance I could. My specialty is deserts.
I finally reach my destination which is a forty-five minute drive from my house. I hop out of my most prized possession which is my 2002 Hummer. Not your typical girl car I know, but I have always loved mud riding with my two brothers as well as past boyfriends. I have only had it for nine months and thus far she has lived up to all of my expectations! It has a custom paint job, white and pink of course, not to mention the best system money could buy with all the extras.
Like I said, it is my prized possession, my 'baby'! Well, enough about my baby and off to work. This day happened to be a really strange day. Unusual things were happening today, things I just couldn't control, small things that just made the day crazy.
I can usually be found at the gym right after work except on weekends with the exception of Sunday. Today was definitely a day for a work out and then after the gym a nice soak in the hot tub at home. To go out for drinks or something tonight would be great. After my workout I change my clothes and head for home. On the way I hear my cell phone ringing and fumble for my purse.
When I answer it I am shocked to hear Robert's voice on the other end asking what my plans were for tonight. See what I mean about weird things happening today? I tell him that I just finished my workout at the gym and tell him that I am on my way home to soak in the hot tub; other than that I have no other commitments for the evening and ask if he would like to go out for drinks or something. He says to me laughing, "This has got to stop, you always asking me first I mean." I giggle and say, "I am very sorry, was there something you were going to ask me?"
"Well yes as a matter of fact there was, would you like to join me for dinner and a few drinks? Surely you haven't eaten dinner yet." By now we are both laughing about the incident and I tell him, "I would love to join you for dinner and drinks, where might we be going?"
He tells me that it is lady's choice, but I persuade him other wise and tell him that if he is taking me anywhere that he must choose or I will be dining alone.
He reminds me that he has no idea where I live so I give him the directions and ask what time I should be ready. He tells me that he will be by at around seven so that leaves me a mere two and a half hours to get ready. Meanwhile back at my house I get to soak in the hot tub for a few minutes before I have to start getting ready to go. My mind drifts off to thoughts of Robert and the night that lay ahead of me and suddenly I am looking forward to our evening together.
He arrives at my door ten minutes early which is very unusual for the guys that I have dated. Most tend to range from fashionably late to, 'sorry, I totally lost track of time'. So his eagerness to see me has made an even bigger impression on me than the one I had already gotten from the great morning I spent with him lying on the beach cradled in his arms. He is really such a gentleman, well rounded, sincere, very polite, the kind of guy you would be proud to take home to mom, and he has these strikingly handsome features to go with the awesome personality.
On our way out the door I grab my purse and my shirt to cover my some what skimpy top that I was wearing. When we get out to his car I looked a little puzzled and he asks, "Is there something wrong?"
"No, it's just I thought you drove a truck? The one you met me at the beach in that Saturday morning after our night at the club, which I thought was a great truck!" I guess I have a thing about trucks. The one he had drove that morning to the beach was about a 1998 Dodge Ram with around a six inch lift kit, royal blue paint job, and roll bars; it was just an all out 'bad ass' truck that I truly admired! But his response amazed me.
"Well, I thought that if you were dressed in any way like you were the night we met then I didn't think that you would feel up to crawling in a big truck, besides most girls I have dated would rather ride in my car."
This car that he showed up in was very nice I must say, a fairly new BMW Roadster. I complimented him on it because it was a lovely shade of baby blue and it was nice, I must say. I guess I am just a true truck girl. Sometimes I feel like I should have been raised on the farm with pigs, cows, and chickens or something like that.
I have rode horses, which I love by the way, but have never really been to the country. He tells me that his truck is what he drives most of the time, but that when he first got the truck girls had a hard time getting in while wearing short mini skirts like the one I was wearing when we met.
I guess I am just a sucker for those sweet guys. I asked him if his favorite color might be blue, and with one of those sexy little grins he replied, "Why, yes how did you ever guess?"
"Oh, just a hunch." As I flash him a sexy grin of my own. He smiles back at me and he has the most amazing smile. I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before tonight. I did however notice his eyes when we danced and they have got to be the most beautiful shade of crystal blue I had ever seen before.
I think what I liked most about this excitingly handsome man was that he had such a gentleness about him. In this day and age it is hard to find a man who still opens doors, and pulls chairs out for the lady he is with. He even stood as I excused myself to the little girl's room once we got settled at the restaurant.
All of this reminded me of the stories my grandmother would tell me about the time she first met my grandfather. She would tell me all these stories and would always talk about what a gentleman he was and how even at the ripe old age of sixty-two years old he would still hold the door for her no matter where they were.
I guess I am a little old fashioned when it comes to guys, maybe that is why I still have not settled down; that and the fact that my job is sometimes a little more demanding than people might think. Besides it is going to take a very strong man to be able to put up with me for the rest of my life that's for sure!
I have never been one to think about marriage, but as I am walking back to the table and looking at this man that I am so pleased to be having dinner with, I could see me walking down the isle with this sophisticated man standing at the end waiting for me. He looks up and smiles so sweetly and soon has removed himself from his seat to pull out my chair once again.
This is so new to me because I have never had a man do any of the things that he has done tonight. We both ordered a steak, baked potato, and salad and enjoy our meal while laughing and getting somewhat better acquainted. He really is a very brilliant man as well as good looking.
Most guys that I have been fortunate enough to meet can't seem to keep up their end of a conversation. Robert on the other hand has kept up quite nicely and I must say I am starting to feel a little inadequate as far as intelligence goes. He is in med school to be a surgeon. If you were to guess at this mans age you might say twenty-three years old, give or take.
He is actually a twenty-eight year old sweetheart, whom I am finding myself longing to know more and more. When we finish our meal the waiter asks if we will be ordering desert and in my line of work I can't refuse deserts no matter what. I ask him to pick something he would like and that we will share it. To my surprise he picks my favorite desert of all time; cheesecake.
I think I like every cheesecake variation there is, and cheesecake is definitely my weakness. This is where my waist and I disagree. As we alternate bites of this delectable desert between the two of us we are laughing and sharing our most embarrassing moments.
As we are walking out to the car I can smell the warm ocean air blowing just lightly enough to give me chills. Nothing turns me on more than the thought of the ocean breeze, well except the thought of this man lying naked with me under a blanket on the sand in the ocean breeze.
When we reach my house and I look down at my watch and notice that it is only ten o'clock I ask Robert if he would like to come in for a drink. I giggle as I tell him, "I would invite you in for coffee, but I never drink the stuff."
"I don't either," he tells me. "Don't you know that stuff will kill you?", as he flashes me a flirty grin. I laugh as we walk through the door and as I walk to the kitchen to get him something to drink, I notice that my bra from the night before was still thrown across the back of the couch. You see I have a habit of taking my bra off when I am relaxing on the couch watching TV late at night all alone and usually pick up when I get home from work the next day, but with everything that happened today I didn't even think about it.
As Robert follows me into the kitchen I feel the blood rushing through my body and it is suddenly getting very warm in here. We make our way into the living room and seat ourselves comfortably on the couch. I reach across Robert to grab the remote control and turn on some music; he touches my hand and pulls me up close to him. He leans in to kiss me and pauses for what seemed like forever while he looks deep into my eyes.
That was all it took and I suddenly found my self lip locked once again with this magnificent individual. God, did this man ever know how to kiss, and as far as I was concerned that was enough for me. I found myself straddling his lap while his mouth was kissing down my neck, making its way back up to my earlobes, then kissing my lips again.
