oh. my. goodness.
I am speechless.
Our date was PERFECT.

We went to such a nice place. Not a pub or little diner, where I so frequently haunt, but a nice ACTUAL sit down, dress up dinner. I wore this dress I hadn't worn in ages. It was emerald green and so pretty (and small!) i felt so awkward in it. I loved the colour, and it was fantastic that I still fit in it!
So we ate, and then took a little walk, just talking. But he looked so good, I'd space out and he'd have to repeat the question he was asking. His eyes are so dark, so brooding. It's fantastic. I seriously get lost in them.(Sounds so repulsive, I suppose. And I never thought that would be the case, but it's so fantastically true) He's such a sweetheart. He loves his family so much. His dad died a few years back, and I cannot imagine how hard that was for him. My bleeding father left when I was 2, so I never knew him, but I assume he was an arsehole.

After we ate and talked, Dhani decided to forgo the cabbie and take the Tube home. So there we were, me in my evening gown, and him in his sharp black pants with matching jacket and white button up, complete with tie (looking oh so like his father) giggling like goons as people stared. It was probably one of the most romantic moments of my life.

When we got to my door, Dhani kissed my hand, bowed and said, "I must bid you adieu m'lady."
I buried my face in my hands as I turned magenta and giggled some more.
As he turned away, I grabbed his hand and gave him the most passionate (i hope) kiss.

It was PERFECT.