Got to his place and he gave me the tour, referring to the different rooms in his one bedroom apartment as "wings" which was just too cute. We sat on the couch for a bit and watched TV, then moved to the kitchen to assess what he did and did not have that the recipe required. After a quick spin through the pantry and the fridge, it was clear that we needed all basic ingredients: arborio rice, wine, stock, and asparagus. So, a decision was made to go to the grocery store. I turned to leave the kitchen to get my stuff together, put my coat on, and he grabbed me, spun me around, and just planted one on me. Breath stolen. This lead to a fairly lengthy pre-grocery store make out session, standing up, against the kitchen counter. Hot. He kept saying that I was making his knees shake (which I was, I could feel it), that I was driving him crazy. Kept asking why he couldn't stop kissing me ... I just kept repeating, I don't know but you don't have to.
We finally made it to the store, scooped up the necessary items and proceeded to check out. As we were purchasing alcohol, he gave the checker his ID and typed his phone number into the keypad so we could get the in-store discounts on our items. I paid as it was now my turn and my idea to make this particular dish. When the receipt came, it had his name on it because he put his number in before. Now, at this particular grocery chain one of their customer service things is to address you by name at the end of the transaction. So, the checker pulled the receipt, looked at it, looked at me and said, "Thank you, Mrs. [Date's Last Name]! Have a great night." I quickly took the receipt from her, turned, and looked at him. He had the grocery bag in his hand a big grin on his face. He turned to me and said, "She just called you Mrs. [Date's Last Name]." I sort of nervously said "Yeah. Haha!" and we moved on. It was a bit weird ... for the obvious reason that this was only our third date, but also because he seemed to just take it in stride. He mentioned it, made a little joke, and moved right along. Didn't really seem shaken or stirred. Inside I was screaming, but tried to maintain normalcy as much as possible on the outside, of course.
We made it back to his place. He chopped the onion, while I heated the stock and wine. He gave me the onion to saute, cut the other veggies, and we were off. I threw the rice in, gave it a turn, and then the first round of liquid. And, here's where things got really interesting. Between stirs of the pot (which you have to do frequently with risotto, obviously) it was make out time. He said that when the pot didn't need attention, he did and we of course needed to kiss during these idle cooking moments. So, kiss, kiss, kiss, stir, stir, stir, kiss, kiss, kiss, stir, stir, stir ... until all the liquid was absorbed and we were ready to eat. At some point when the risotto was resting, I ended up on the counter but that's neither here nor there ...
We ate, watched a little bit of a movie, then began make out session three of the evening. This would be the session where things move from vertical to horizontal. I will save details for my own memory but will say the following: this man, this wonderful, beautiful, gentle, passionate man is one of the best kissers I've ever had the pleasure of. He was attentive and cautious, then aggressive and greedy. It was amazing ...
This particular scene fades to black with him carrying me from the couch to the bedroom ...
Woke up this morning in his warm, strong arms. Happy, happy, happy. He went off to play some soccer and I rolled home to reflect over coffee and breakfast. Sounds good so far to you, too, right?? As I was Friday, as I was Tuesday, I'm flying right now. Feeling eager to see this one again and again and again.
And of course, I'll keep you posted ...
Yay!
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