"Do you want to go on a walk?" He asked. It was 9:30 pm.
"Sure," I said. I was tired and hungry, but it was perfect walking weather (warm air and a slight drizzle) and I can never turn down a walk. He got my coat from the coat closet and helped me put it on.
Halfway down the stairs he told me he wanted to show me something.
We walked through our complex and to a local shopping center. As we neared our supposed destination he said, "You're going to have to close your eyes pretty soon."
Before we went any further, he grabbed my hand and said, "Okay. Close them now." I did, told him he was crazy, and giggled in freight as we walked and walked and walked. Have you ever crossed a street and gone up steps with your eyes closed? Let's just say I had visions of me either stepping in dog poop or tripping over my own feet. I don't know what was wrong with me but I couldn't stop giggling!
Finally we reached our destination and he told me to open my eyes. "Slowly," he said. "Oh, and turn a little this way."
I did. And then I squealed.
After admiring the tree and joking how people at Rockefeller Center were so missing out, he turned to me and said, "Where do you want to get dessert?"
I swear, this man needs to write a book.
We ended up at one of my favorite restaurants who happened to be serving a chocolate mousse pie with marshmallow meringue. If you know me, then you'll know my love for marshmallows is almost on par with my love for Mr. Branflake. It was a very beautiful thing.
We spent the night talking about Nelson Mandela, my love for food, and our future Christmas plans. There are so many things to worry about in life, but at that moment they were all inconsequential. Perhaps that's what romance to our lives.
Have a romantic weekend, my friends!