The perfect date
He picked me up from my place as agreed. A black BMW 330Ci Coupé!!! I'm always late, so he had to unfortunately wait 15 minutes for me (my standard lateness time). There goes the supposedly good first impression I wanted to make. I didn't know where we were going. He said he was going to surprise me. This was to be our first date. We met last week at a friend's birthday party. I love how my friends just think I'm in desperate need of help and hooks me up with any gay guys they know of. Marc was no exception. The instant they introduced us, we got on pretty well. He's of English and Chinese descent, and bred in Aussie. So he's got the accent and all. And there I was trying to control my Singlish (as how I always manage to burst into a "-lah" every now and then especially when I'm excited) yet trying to look cool. Anyway, to cut a long story short, we ended the night on good terms with each other's phone numbers. He called me a few days earlier to ask me whether I was free for a date (I love guys who are just so straightforward with their intentions) over the weekend. Of course I was! I'd shift my appointments just for you Marc (didn't say that of course)!
So anyway, we were talking in his car and I was just bitching about my super long and tiring week. He listened patiently and acknowledged that he was still listening and understanding what I was saying despite my super fast talking. After a while, I asked him where he was gonna take me. And he still said it was a surprise. I have a love-hate relationship with surprises. I love being surprised, but I hate waiting for the surprise. I am just impatient by nature.
Anyway, after what seemed to be 15 minutes, we finally arrived. It was some beach-side restaurant. It seemed quite posh. He should've told me earlier! I was only in a polo tee and jeans with my sneakers! I should've smelled a rat when I entered his car and he was wearing a Marc's shirt (how appropriate) with Hugo Boss jeans and casual black Prada shoes. Investment bankers seem to have a lot to splurge on. Did I mention he's only 26?
Anyway, he made reservations! Al fresco at the back where we had a perfect view of the sunset. Cue violin playing in the background! Anyway, it was beautiful, and the timing that we arrived was just perfect - just in time for the sunset. I let him order as I had no idea what the french was on the menu! He ordered a serving of oysters with a tinge of some sweetish sauce and garlic for entree, duck with some delicious sauce (no idea what it was!) over mashed potatoes and a serving of vegies at the side, and for dessert, profiteroles with hazelnut ice cream. It was super yummy. Never had anything that tasty in my life. The company must've boosted the flavour of the food too. Won't bore you with the dinner conversation we had.
After dinner, we had a walk along the beach. This wasn't St Kilda. I'd never walk on St Kilda beach. I can't remember the name of the beach, but it was super clean. It was a bit chilly. He could see that I was getting cold. He just came closer and put his arms around me. At that moment, I just wanted to die, coz I know that if I died at that particular moment, I would die a happy man. And now thinking about it, he was walking on the sand in his Prada shoes! Omg!! If I had Prada shoes, the beach would be the last place I'd wanna walk. He asked if I wanted to sit on the beach for a while. I was like...what? In your Hugo Boss jeans?? He laughed and said he was fine with it. So I suggested we go to one of the benches to sit on so as not to ruin his jeans. He agreed. I huddled closer to him as the cool spring wind blew and he just held me tigheter each time a strong wind came by. The stars were out and the sky was just beautiful. I tried to avoid looking into his eyes as we talked or even during the silent moments. I'm just shy..and I know what would happen if I did.
In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and just looked into his eyes when we had nothing to say. The intensity was just amazing. My heart was pumping like an oil rig that just found oil under the sea. He leaned in closer. I could smell that he was wearing Davidoff Cool Water. So super sexy. I leaned half way, and our lips just met the other half. That was the most beautiful kiss I have ever had in my entire life. Thank goodness they served some sorbet to cleanse our pallet just as we finished dinner.
After that, we sat and talked a bit more. I told him that we should go as we had to work tomorrow. He concurred and we went back to his car. As he was driving home, I thought to myself, what would he do if I put my hand on his (lucky he drove an automatic). So I plucked up the courage and just put my hand over his. He responded by holding onto my fingers as mine went through his.
As we arrived back at my apartments, he stopped his car and got out. He walked me to the door. I was like...this is soooo Dawson's Creek. We talked a bit more and I thanked him for the wonderful evening. Told him that it'll be my treat the next time. He chuckled (omg..it was the cutest chuckle I've ever heard in my life) and told me that he was glad I enjoyed the night and I was worth everything. Almost fainted on the spot. Anyway, I gave him a good night kiss and went in.
My housemate questioned me like I was a detainee under investigation. I recalled the night's events with a gleaming geeky smile constantly on my face. I look forward to the days to come. :)