It was the eve of my 30th birthday and A and I had been planning to head out to dinner in a neighbouring town. A dinner out is something so difficult to arrange that in the two years that A and I have been together, we only managed to make it happen once. Somehow, for my birthday, little details fell into place and A and I were able to plan an evening and an entire day to spend together and celebrate. I spent the day at my mother's with my son and in the afternoon, I get a text from A that says: "Change of venue for dinner tonight, pack a bag". He sends me the address for this incredibly romantic and luxurious downtown hotel where we will have dinner that evening and says that he will wear a suit and tie and that I should dress accordingly. I must have tried on six different outfits, some skirts and silky tops and a few dresses before settling on a light pink romantic dress with classy black heels. I showered and curled my otherwise pin straight hair, pinned it up on one side and made my way downtown. I reached the hotel just before A and we parked right next to eachother on the street. I stepped out of the car, grabbed my overnight bag and walked to A's car. He looked so handsome as he smiled a broad smile and said: "You look so fucking good". He carried my bag inside as we walked by the front desk and headed straight for the elevator. This hotel is located in an old building built in the 1800s. It is by far, the most romantic pace I have ever been in. Inside, the dim lighting is provided by an array of grand chandeliers and bouquets of red roses are on display everywhere you look. As A pressed the elevator button for our floor, he said:"I can't wait to show you everything". On the seventh floor, this beautiful gold key opened the heavy wooded door to our suite which was breathtaking. A grand chandelier lay above the king bed and another one presided over the living room. Soft classical music filled the room as A dropped my bag and kissed my lips. He said: "Isn't this beautiful" and I replied: "Baby, this is too much, I don't feel deserving of all of this". He looked at me and said: "You deserve even more. And you only turn 30 once". I smiled shyly and kissed his lips. He asked me to wait for a few minutes while he selected a table at the restaurant for our dinner. He returned quickly and held my hand as we made our way to dinner. The restaurant was as breathtaking as our room. It was quiet that night with only two other tables that were occupied. We sat at a corner booth, tucked away romantically. We ordered two starters, two main courses and a bottle of wine and we wanted to share everything. I have always had this fear that somehow, during a dinner or any other "normal" activity, A and I would realize that we had nothing in common or that the conversation wouldn't flow easily and that awkwardness would set in. During the entire dinner, literally every single minute of it, I had the most amazing time. That's the thing about being with A. When I am with him, I am present. I am living in the moment. Enjoying every last second of it until we part. I am not worried about anything, I am not thinking of what I need to do when I get back home, I am thinking of nothing else besides this moment. With A, I truly enjoy life. As we sat there, enjoying every last sip of wine and every last bite of this fancy dinner, I truly loved A's company. I laughed a lot. We flirted. We whispered sweet nothings in each other's ear. We had a great time. It was the best date I had ever been on. A settled the bill and we hurriedly headed upstairs to our room anxious to be alone together. A slowly unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. He undressed and we got under the covers. That night, we made love. It was passionate and hungry, sexy and sweet, intense and tender all at once. As A got dressed and it was time for him to go home, he whispered happy birthday, kissed me and wished me the sweetest of dreams. I slept naked, in our sex sheets, giddy and truly happy.
