We made plans to have dinner on a Saturday night. He picked me up (yes again sans car…so cute) around 7ish and we went to the movies first since dinner wasn’t until 10pm. We saw Tropic Thunder instead of a comedy show which he suggested (and bought tickets for) earlier. Maybe we will do that another time, but we both really wanted to see Tropic Thunder and it was hilarious. We took a cab from my place to the theater in Union Square, which was packed since it was raining and I guess everyone decided to go to the movies that day. Thank goodness he bought tickets on Fandango to make sure we got a seat. We held hands, and he rubbed my leg while we laughed at Ben Stiller. The movie ended around 9iish and we cab it over to Il Buco in Soho. He had passed by this place several times and was curious to try it. It’s a rustic, romantic 5 star restaurant and the food was superb. We order fresh mozzarella, ceviche scallops, and olives for aperitifs, and for our entrée we had some amazing fresh pasta and I order tile file. I had never heard of tilefish, but it was good. Everything we ate was beautiful, but the wine, not so much. He ordered some red wine from Spain which was disgusting and neither of us could swallow it. I’m not sure if it was nasty or perhaps my palate isn’t as sophisticated as I thought. So we ordered a bottle of white wine, which was much better. After dinner, we shared a chocolate tort for dessert and kissed in between each course and trips to the restroom. The place was completely lit by candles and it was warm and cozy. The perfect spot for a romantic date. He definitely made up for our last dinner disaster. So after dinner, we got a cab and drove to my apt. I have told him several times that I wasn’t going to invite him into my apt. He said he understood and was happy to wait for his invitation down the line. Well I decided that night he deserved to come up. Besides, It had been a week since I last saw him, and I actually missed him…Scary liking a boy already. We went upstairs and immediately retired to my bedroom where we had the most amazing 3-4 hour make out session. It was exactly what I wanted at the moment, and he did try to do some naughty things, but I resisted the urge and he didn’t press or complain. Most men would have grown frustrated and left after about an hour, but not him. I was impressed. So around 2ish in the A.M. I told him that we should call it a night. So I walked him to the door and we said our goodnights. Awww it’s almost like high school again. Very innocent and sweet and I’m enjoying it thoroughly.
Wardrobe: Black mini skirt with pockets, Beige open back top, copper wire belt, black stiletto booties, classic black Chanel bag
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