This year, Michael ended up not making it to my birthday dinner because of an issue with one of the boys. I told him not to worry about me and just take care of them and that was that.
He's been having a hard time because the boys are no longer with him, so I text him last week about getting together for dinner. The boys were with him for 5 or 6 years; his whole world revolved around them, so it's not easy to transition back to being on his own.
He had plans for Thursday and then had the boys over the weekend, so he said we could have dinner early this week and that it would be a belated birthday dinner. On Sunday I text him to let me know when he wanted to have dinner and we agreed on Monday.
I told him to choose the place and to just let me know where to meet him. He said he had the perfect place and we agreed to meet in DTLA at 7pm. He offered to pick me up at work, but I didn't see a point to him going all the way to the South Bay to get me when he lives in DTLA to begin with and it's super easy for me to get to DTLA.
I made into to DTLA super early, so I sat at the Starbucks next to Morton's looking over some game ideas for the Halloween carnival, while I waited.
When he arrived, we went inside and had a drink at the bar while we waited for our table to be ready. They asked if we were celebrating a special occasion and he kept saying it was my birthday and I'd say it wasn't really, that it had already passed, but no matter, everyone kept wishing me a happy birthday.
When they seated us, the waiter said someone had left the flowers on our table. I wasn't really paying attention and thought the flowers were just a part of the decor until Michael started digging into them, looking for the card and then I looked around and noticed that none of the other tables had flowers. Michael had ordered them and had them delivered to the restaurant for me. He said he had even called ahead to make sure they had arrived. The maitre d' then came and set the card in front of me.
Everyone that came to the table wished me a happy birthday.
And even the menu wished me a happy birthday.
Oh boy, I looked at the menu and my jaw dropped at the prices. Michael told me not to worry about anything, to get whatever I wanted; he wanted dinner to be special.
The food was so good. We were eating and drinking, talking and laughing. It was a wonderfully delicious night.
I still had my drink from the bar when we sat down for dinner and it took me a while to drink it. He kept insisting I order another drink and threatened to order for me if I didn't. I had another drink during dinner and then he said I needed a dessert drink. We had ordered souffles at the beginning (I had never had a souffle.), so he ended up ordering a chocotini for me. It was delicious. I was already getting fuzzy and warm with the second drink so the chocotini just sent me over the edge. With that third drink, it wouldn't have been a good idea to take the train home and he couldn't drive me home either as he had had even more to drink than me.
After dinner, we went back to his place because it was just down the street. My cousin was coming to pick me up. We had another drink while we waited and talked. He served me white wine with orange juice. He knows I don't drink wine (I have to be drunk to drink it, same with beer.), but he said the orange juice would cover the taste and boy did it. I gulped that glass down. ;)
It was the most romantic evening I've ever spent. He made me feel so special and wonderful. It was a little confusing though, but Mari said not to over-think it and try to categorize the evening. Basically, don't be me; just appreciate the evening for what it was, archive it as one of the best evenings I've ever had, and just enjoy the friendship.
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That sounds like a wonderful evening! And, Mari is very wise... :)
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