She is simply awsome and words can hardly put it into context. We decided to do something a little out of the ordinary, given it was a special day. I drove up to her place, a nice secluded house that is perfectly kept up in immaculate fashion, and she promptly came to the porch to greet me before I even got to the door with a big rose in her hand and arms graping me tightly. Then she kissed me gently, and ever so tenderly, like we've known each other for decades. Then we proceeded to get into my truck, after helping her up into the passenger seat (big step), where she proceeded to slide over to my side and be there with me, as if we'd known each other for a long time, and nibble on my neck as we drove across town. I tried hard to keep my mind on the road for safety reasons. Then we went to a quiet candlelit dinner at a restraunt in the Pearl District for a taster menu of fine french food and french wine. The discussion during dinner was esquisite, the topics ranged from life in general, to travels around the United States, to theater, to singing, and to what it is to enjoy the day. The hostess was pleasant at the restraunt asking if we, who appeared clearly as a couple, needed anything. I answered no, but thought to myself I could use a bit of Sara right then. Sara seemingly paying close attention, slid over me to during desert and while sharing some chocolate, proceeded to ensure discretely that I was fully at attention during the rest of the dinner. After leaving the restraunt, where the hostess seemed to smile as we left, we proceeded to return to her home. Continued below.
