He was just as nervous as i was. And what a wonderful first date that made, the anticipation of what could be. Sometimes that little bit of nervousness is gold, its where that butterflies in your stomach come from. It'd what will make you smile for years as you think back to that first date.
And just as i often feel, it was one of those perfect nights. I got off the tram a few stops earlier, wandering past the botanical gardens and tree lined winter streets and the blue fountain by the napolean exhibition, listning to those tunes in my ear, watching the world wonder past and enjoying the freshness in that cool winter air.
I meet him by the clocks and see him already there. He looks a tad nervous too, waiting their in his suit. Waiting for me. Quick peck on the cheek and we are off, our eyes catch each other occasionally. Its like we are old friends, walking without direction.
He's picked out a few of the hippest new bars and we settle into one of melbourne underground trandy tapas bars. Oysters, wine and the finest of tapas with good conversation. He inches ever so close, our eyes catch occasionally, our bodies touch every now and then. I;m laughing, he's laughing, the conversation is flowing, we both know that its working. And we get deep in conversation, deep into our feelings, our past, our hopes and fears with the kind of honesty that usually comes with time.
He sneaks in a sweet kiss as we leave and we settle in by the couch with some mulled wine, holding hands and looking deep into each others eyes. It's been one of the best dates in a long time. There are no games. It's just gentle innocent looks.
And as i hop into that cab and say goodbye, we steal yet another kiss and hug. You feel so comfortable, so close. Its like we have known each other for so long.
"See you saturday gorgeous", you whisper as i disapear into the night sky.
I've been smiling for a while now.
And just as i often feel, it was one of those perfect nights. I got off the tram a few stops earlier, wandering past the botanical gardens and tree lined winter streets and the blue fountain by the napolean exhibition, listning to those tunes in my ear, watching the world wonder past and enjoying the freshness in that cool winter air.
I meet him by the clocks and see him already there. He looks a tad nervous too, waiting their in his suit. Waiting for me. Quick peck on the cheek and we are off, our eyes catch each other occasionally. Its like we are old friends, walking without direction.
He's picked out a few of the hippest new bars and we settle into one of melbourne underground trandy tapas bars. Oysters, wine and the finest of tapas with good conversation. He inches ever so close, our eyes catch occasionally, our bodies touch every now and then. I;m laughing, he's laughing, the conversation is flowing, we both know that its working. And we get deep in conversation, deep into our feelings, our past, our hopes and fears with the kind of honesty that usually comes with time.
He sneaks in a sweet kiss as we leave and we settle in by the couch with some mulled wine, holding hands and looking deep into each others eyes. It's been one of the best dates in a long time. There are no games. It's just gentle innocent looks.
And as i hop into that cab and say goodbye, we steal yet another kiss and hug. You feel so comfortable, so close. Its like we have known each other for so long.
"See you saturday gorgeous", you whisper as i disapear into the night sky.
I've been smiling for a while now.
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