I'm a little excited about tomorrow; I'm going on a date. It's a casual dinner with a handsome man I know of, nothing more. OK, there's probably going to be more, at least, I hope there's more. He asked me earlier in the week and I said yes, probably far too quickly, then remembered to wipe the grin off my face and replace it with a coy smile and a sidelong glance through my long lashes. It was sexy, I hope.
He's taking me up the coast to a small town almost an hour away. If I didn't know differently, I'd think he was trying to get me into a position in which I can't easily get out of; a captive audience. There's no bus or train services out there...as if I'd want to get away though. He's magnificent and in his company is exactly where I want to be.
I'm wearing pink. Come on, there's nothing wrong with having my outfit planned a few days in advance right? As soon as he asked me I had most of my clothing pulled out and on the bed in my hunt for the perfect thing.
It starts with blue jeans, faded through time and use, that fit me well perfectly hugging to my parts like a good pair of jeans is supposed to; that rip in left bum-cheek area that I purposely never got around to fixing sends just the right message too. He's a simple fellow so I'm wearing a pink button-up linen shirt with a small collar. It's perfect as one only needs to purposely forget to do a couple of those buttons up and wear the right bra to make it something spectacular. Underneath I'm wearing a Victoria's Secret bra, a white one, that he'll get to see a lot of because, oops, I forgot to do up some buttons.
Finishing off the look will be a pair of strappy open-toe shoes, not too high, but not flat, and I'll leave my hair loose. Add in my white Casio Babg-G and a necklace that delves far enough to my cleavage to draw his attention there, and I'm done; I don't wear much jewellery, I let the rest of me take the attention, and it's that guy's attention I crave.
To say I'm excited about my date would be an understatement I suppose. I'm really looking forward to it, I need it. That place on the coast, mis-matched plates and cutlery, those amazing crayfish they do, sea breezes as the sun sets over the water and that guy across the table from me sneaking a peak because those buttons I conveniently forgot to do up. Perfect.
The guy is my guy, my partner, and nights like this, while not rare, don't happen as often as we would like which is why he went down the line of asking me on a date, like he did when we first met; calling it a date makes it more special for us.
I like to look good, to have him not want to take his eyes off me and for them to seek out all the parts he likes so much.
I'm not an exhibitionist and hate the attention I get from men as they are mostly creepy looks that make me feel uncomfortable, except my guy of course. I don't walk around with unbuttoned shirts and jeans with strategic rips except when I am with my man because he makes me feel safe, and the only person I want sneaking a peek is him, and he does. It's our thing.
He has a nice evening of a coastal drive, tasty seafood, a shared dessert than a walk on the esplanade or beach planned. We'll talk a little, laugh a lot and use the time to reconnect. Life has been difficult lately, the situation with my mum, terminal cancer, and other pressures have caused us to feel a little disjointed, so this date tomorrow is going to be a time to get closer and forget everything except each other.
I'm a little excited about tomorrow; I'm going on a date. It's a casual dinner with a handsome man I know of, nothing more...OK, there's probably going to be more, at least, I hope there's more.
Also...and yes for certain, there'll be more.
Becca 💗
Yes there will be others, you deserve them, you deserve them.
What to say then, have a good date!
You need moments to be together and forget everything that's outside, you have to carve them out and enjoy them to the fullest.
A hug!
Moments like tomorrow are so splendid, and the anticipation of them is almost as good, I'm so excited.
Thanks for your comment, I hope you have a nice weekend when it arrives.
Becca 🌷
Enjoying delicious seafood on the beach is indeed a pleasure. Btw, I hope your mother gets better soon from cancer
It's going to be a very nice night with a very special man.
Just on my mother, she is terminal, she will not get better unfortunately. It's very sad and has caused us a lot of stress, heartache and turmoil. It makes moments like my date tomorrow night all the more special.
Becca 🌼
You have to be tough and strong to face these trials