The boy I was meeting was coming from a far away place, and yet, this didn't bother me. I hoped I would like him.
To my relief, he was completely normal. And I have to say, we had talked on the phone previous, so I already liked him. And that was good.
We both decided on the chicken caesar salad, another sign, we thought. Although he didn't finish his. I suppressed the urge to eat the rest of his salad and concentrated on the bread. Or toast, as it was. SO delicious. And at Choclat, the butter is not ordinary butter-or if it IS, it sure doesn't taste it! I think it may have been some exotic type of butter. Perhaps Irish butter. Anyway, it was fabulous and I ate a lot of it.
Next we went over to the tasting bar to decide on a gelato. To those of you who are unfamiliar with gelato, let me just say, it is so smooth and creamy, yet light. I absolutely adore it. And would love to bathe in it. Except it would be cold.
I decided on the Grand Marnier (TM), which was a chocolate orange and my companion decided on Oreo (TM). We tried to taste each other's gelato, but you really couldn't. I suppose next time I go, I shall sample the Oreo (TM) first, so I can actually taste it.
Afterwards, we went over to the Hillcrest to see if Atlas Shrugged One was playing. It wasn't. Plus it was mid-afternoon and he had to go by 5 (plane to catch the next day), so we stood in the sun, holding each other, the wind blowing through my hair, his hands massaging my back. And then: he kissed me. Very nice. He was a very good tasting boy.
Over all, the whole experience was, shall we say: tasty?!
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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