A fizzy drink, made from rum and grapefruit juice. A tall, blond, and successful man - sitting next to me and cracking jokes.
(I have to add, the restaurant had the loveliest, paisley hand-tiled wall.)
I was nervous! I never dated a man with his shit together before.
I'm serious - lump the rest of 'em together, and you'd have quite a pile of mashed potatoes.
But he seems different. He let me talk, for instance. Then he bought me dinner.
Outside later, standing tippy toed to kiss his cheek goodnight, I felt a marvelous lump of bicep.
New beginnings are delicious, no?