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You came to my house in your nicely tailored, expensive dress clothes. You always look good in a suit. We drink cheap mexican beer and whiskey sours, and decide to go to the beach. We pick up your motorcycle, change out of nice clothes into our badass leather jackets and boots and gloves, and roar down the pacific coast highway. I am stricken by the beauty of the ocean today, a few hours before sunset, and marvel at the unusually monstrous, rockin' waves breaking on the sand. We pull over in Zuma, in one of the most expensive-looking beach neighborhoods I've ever seen. That's Malibu for ya, you say. We sit and watch the sunset, kiss, take myspace pictures, and then you notice that there are dolphins not fifteen feet away from us. Three or four of them, feeding and diving so close by that even the surfers are out further than they are. We watch the sun drop into the ocean, and make a beeline for the two-story waterfront restaurant across the street from the sand. We are escourted to the second floor, where everything is all white tablecloths and expensive, polished furniture. We have the entire dining room to ourselves, and we sit right by the window and watch it get dark as we wait for our champagne flutes to arrive. We order mind-blowingly delicious, tender, special-occasion quality steak. With a side of tater tots. We make toasts and watch the black ocean, we have a ridiculously romantic time. Afterwards, we go to the bar on the first floor, and have a couple more whiskey sours - our mutual favorite cocktail. We drain our tumblers, inhale a couple cigarettes, and jam home on the bike. It's cold, so I snuggle close to your body and put my helmeted head on your shoulder. It was surprisingly comfortable, and lulled me into a happy, steak-filled, champagne and cocktail-warmed half-sleep.
I like the dates that he takes me on.
He's the kind of guy that will have you convinced in no time that there is a CATCH, because no man, save our fathers, is this patient, this calming, this charming, this composed and mature and respectable. And on top of that, things our fathers couldn't give us, like romance beyond your wildest dreams, the tenderest touch exactly where you want it and exactly how you want it...
Uhn.
Good thing no-one reads this journal because I have become almost indecently cheesy.
I like the dates that he takes me on.
He's the kind of guy that will have you convinced in no time that there is a CATCH, because no man, save our fathers, is this patient, this calming, this charming, this composed and mature and respectable. And on top of that, things our fathers couldn't give us, like romance beyond your wildest dreams, the tenderest touch exactly where you want it and exactly how you want it...
Uhn.
Good thing no-one reads this journal because I have become almost indecently cheesy.