The other night I was unable to sleep and started thinking back to when Matt and I were first together. I remember the butterflies I would get in my tummy from a sweet text message, from his hugs and even more so, his kisses. I was recollecting the time when I had planned out our "first time." I caught myself smiling and chuckling to myself as this all panned out. We had been together for about 3 months and I wanted to do something "special" to show him it was time to consummate our feelings for one another. We had made out plenty of times, but this was going to be "the real deal." I had talked with some of my friends and gotten the idea about cooking him a romantic dinner and having him come over just in time for me to serve it in my lingerie. I knew I could pull this off. I had been planning this for about a week. I even took 2 of my favorite nighties to work and had my coworkers pick out the one I should wear. It was unanimous that I was going to wear the black gown that is low cut and lacey.
I was going to transform my kitchen into my own little bistro complete with rose petals on the table leading the way into the bedroom. I was so excited and could hardly wait for this to happen. The menu was spaghetti with homemade sauce, salad, bread and homemade strawberry cheesecake.
It was going to be perfect. Ashley was going to be at her dad's house so nothing could go wrong. I called Matt that morning reminding him our our date and telling him to be at my house at 6:30 that evening. He said, "I'll be there." All day long I couldn't keep my mind off what was going to be happening later on that evening. I left work early to go and finish up my little details.
On my way home from getting the roses, I got a call from Matt saying that he was probably going to be late. His ex-girlfriend's dad had passed away and the funeral was that day and he was going to go by and take some food for them and visit with the family for a bit. I have to say that I wasn't happy about that. I mean, I know I shouldn't be mad, after all, he was doing a nice gesture by taking food over to their family. But I didn't want him to be seeing his ex girlfriend. Who knows, she might want to rekindle the old flame with him and I was NOT having it. So, yeah I was a little mad but I didn't want him to know. And plus, I had everything planned so perfectly and I didn't want him to be late. I'm not sure, but I think he could sense that I was a little upset.
Matt said that he would be about 30 minutes to an hour late. I went ahead and started getting things ready at home. I had cooked the sauce the night before so all I had to do was the noodles, bread, salad and cheesecake. I sprinkled the rose petals around and the table was absolutely lovely. I even printed out a cute note to put on the front door that read, "Welcome to Mandy's Bistro - Come in and enjoy fine dining at it's best." I did that because I didn't want to open the door standing there in my lingerie. I'm shy like that.
So, Matt did call back and say he was going to be on time. He took food over for the family, but he would be on time. So then I started to panic. I tried to act as if, "great, I'll be here." Matt had no idea he was about to hit a home-run with me.
I had showered and gotten all ready and only had to prepare the salad. It was about 15 minutes before Matt was supposed to arrive and I was just waiting for the door to open and see Matt. I was looking pretty hot in my black gown and high heels. I heard the door open and my heart started pounding. I turned and looked and it was none other than my MOM! I know I turned all kinds of red. She looked at the table, looked at me and was like, "wow." I said, "mom, what are you doing here?" She didn't say anything at first and then looked down at my shoes and said, "I like your shoes." And then she said, "what are you trying to accomplish?" "I'm trying to get laid." Probably not the brightest thing to say to my mom, but it was the truth.
I told mom as long as she was there, to help me with the salad. She helped me and was out the door in a jiffy. I know she probably went home and peeked out her window watching. And she probably told my dad.
Three minutes or so after she left, I heard Matt's car door shut. There was no turning back. Just as he was opening the door I heard him laughing. I was bent over getting the bread out of the oven (yes, I planned this) and he walked in carrying the note that was attached to the door. "Mandy's Bistro." And then he looked at me bent over. I stood back up and he said, "babe, your half naked." I smiled at him and then he looked around at the table and the rose petals. He knew what was about to happen. Dinner was finished in 7 minutes. We spent the rest of the evening in the bedroom. Dessert was served the following day.
Mom did ask the following day how everything was. My friends at work were eager to speak to me the following morning too.
It was a night that I'll never forget. It's so funny how time can change things. And still to this day, I get the same feelings when Matt sends me a sweet email, tells me I'm beautiful and kisses me passionately.
I remember this story, but I don't think I've heard the ending until now.
Three months? Good girl!!