Interruptions...
It never fails, every beautiful moment gets interrupted. Take tonight for instance, Bobby and I had a nice quiet evening alone. I, ok, Susan had prepared a beautiful candlelight dinner. Everything was perfect. Bobby arrived right at 7:00pm. We shared a glass of wine on the veranda before dinner. The night was starting out on a good note.
Our dinner was superb. I know he knew there was no way I had prepared this myself. I'm FAR from a 5 star chef. It didn't matter. What mattered is that we were together. We're past the point of trying to impress one another. Now, it's about who we are, and what we share. It's about spending time talking about everything from Anthrax to Zoology.
Our perfect evening moved along quickly. I don't know if it was the wine or the atmosphere, for that matter it could've been the Addict- all I know is it took less time for sparks to fly than it did for me to kick off my Manolo Blanhiks. In the middle of my beautiful romantic moment, his phone rang. I was really hoping, just this one, he'd ignore it. No. Bobby's too straight laced for that.
A case. A case blew my perfect evening all to hell. He kissed me, and apologized. Although disappointed, I understand. I got up, put on my "social pajamas", and cleaned my dining room table off. I didn't want to blow out the candles. If I blew them out, it meant it was over, he wasn't coming back tonight. I didn't want that. I wanted to hold onto the hope that he'd be back to finish what he'd started.
It's nearly 2:00am, and here I sit. He'll be back, just not tonight.
Our dinner was superb. I know he knew there was no way I had prepared this myself. I'm FAR from a 5 star chef. It didn't matter. What mattered is that we were together. We're past the point of trying to impress one another. Now, it's about who we are, and what we share. It's about spending time talking about everything from Anthrax to Zoology.
Our perfect evening moved along quickly. I don't know if it was the wine or the atmosphere, for that matter it could've been the Addict- all I know is it took less time for sparks to fly than it did for me to kick off my Manolo Blanhiks. In the middle of my beautiful romantic moment, his phone rang. I was really hoping, just this one, he'd ignore it. No. Bobby's too straight laced for that.
A case. A case blew my perfect evening all to hell. He kissed me, and apologized. Although disappointed, I understand. I got up, put on my "social pajamas", and cleaned my dining room table off. I didn't want to blow out the candles. If I blew them out, it meant it was over, he wasn't coming back tonight. I didn't want that. I wanted to hold onto the hope that he'd be back to finish what he'd started.
It's nearly 2:00am, and here I sit. He'll be back, just not tonight.
posted by Chloe' Gardner | 1:55 AM
3 Comments:
I'm so pleased I didn't have to cook for Bobby tonight, and then he came home when he told me to call... he's wonderful
mwahX
Oh, Chloe'! I'm sorry! That royally blows. But he WILL be back, which is the good part, right? It just sucks he had to go.
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