So last Friday went down like this: I came home from work to find
darthcynthia in her uber-sexy boots, a skirt I love, and the top that makes me weak in the knees.
E! Television says
this woman is the epitome of sexiness, but they didn't see Cynthia last week...or tonight!
Last Friday was dinner with the truly sexiest woman in the world, some scotch in the dark with the windows open and a cool breeze coming in, and then out for coffee and a drive in the country at night.
A hell of a way to begin a weekend.
I was at work until 6:45 this evening (I'll probably post about that tomorrow).
Tonight I came home to Cynthia in jeans and a muted green turtleneck that I love.
Dressed up, or "dressed down," Cynthia is hot!
She had Sinatra and swing playing in the background, and dinner waiting. Chocolate for dessert.
Dinner, a couple glasses of wine, and I'm into my second glass of
Edouard 72; it's been another fine Friday evening.
Sat in the dark with Cynthia, sipping wine and absinthe by candle light. Next week is a double date night at a jazz club in Ft. Worth that the mighty
curtishart proposed.
Yeah, I can really get used to Friday nights...