The Late Zone

In my head, I imagine a good night out for the two of us. I can imagine Kristine, smiling, as she is awed by the arrangement I have planned for her. I want her to be happy. I think she is the one. I am already tired of this life of dating single woman, night after night, without even coming close to finding the one.

My heart tells me that she is indeed the one. I have seen her photo. And heard her voice through the phone. I think she is beautiful. And the gentleness of her voice makes me more sure of her. I can imagine now. I would pick her up with my car. I would make sure that she would not have to open the door. I would be the gentleman that opens the door for her. Not only just the door of my car. She would not have to lift a finger to open the door of the restaurant, or even to pull out her chair.

We would dine, with fine wine. I would order her favourite food. I have already checked her background. The on-line dating service has already provided me the information, which I am sure, came from Kristine. And we would talk as we wait for our meals. I promise myself to be a good listener. She would have my complete attention. And if she would allow, a kiss on her hand may set the evening mood right.

I want to dance with her too. I want her to be close to me. I want our dance to be something memorable and beautiful for her, as she deserves nothing but the best from me. And again, if she would allow, I would ask for a kiss. Nothing fancy. Perhaps just a peck on the cheek. I am sure she likes dancing. dance is stated as her interest.

I must remember to compliment her on how beautiful she looks. A beautiful woman like her deserves beautiful compliments. And before the night is over, if she would allow, perhaps I can kiss her once on the lips, to thank her for the wonderful night.