I was standing on your front porch waiting patiently and was rewarded with your face smiling back at me. It was the kind of smile that glows from your eyes, one that told me you were happy to see me.
It had been a wonderful summer day and the early evening weather was turning out to not disappoint. One of those low humidity slightly cool but not too cold kind of times that make you breathe in deeply and be glad to be alive.
You open the door and slightly exasperated say, "Okay, I'm ready I guess. Where ARE you taking me?"
Where was I taking you indeed? You hadn't stopped asking since I'd called you earlier in the week and asked you on this date. My only clue to you was that you were to dress appropriately for the weather and be comfortable. The not knowing and not being able to plan ahead of time drove you crazy and I giggled to myself at your frustration.
I walked with you to my truck and opened your door for you. It's slightly high, so as gracefully and gentlemanly as I possibly could, I helped you inside. You were dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt there was no worry about a skirt or a dress riding up too high which made it easier for me to put my hands on either side of your hips and kind of give you a boost.
The drive to my secret spot was filled with very pleasant conversation. My heart beat a little faster and my smile grew wider when you took my hand in yours as I drove. I would never grow tired of holding your hand, such a small simple thing but still a symbol of your feelings for me.
I carefully and slowly drove down the lane for the park. I easily found a spot to park. It was later in the evening and there weren't many people using the beach, so we at least had some privacy.
Turning the engine off I climbed out of my side and walked around to open your door and helped you out. I walked around to the back of the truck opened the tail gate and pulled out a big blanket.