Nathan picked me up around 7:30pm and we headed over to dinner in the Mission. It was freezing out (for California). We had planned to stroll over on foot but it was just to damn cold for me and I called him up and demanded, in a cute way, that we drive over. Its no secret that I am a wimp when it comes to whether.
I heard his truck door slam outside, he insists on driving this really old, moderately restored 1940's/50's pickup truck. I peaked outside as he walked up, his footsteps pounding the stairs leading up to my place. He was so fucking cute all dressed up in his dark blazer and dress denim jeans. His tie was meticulously disheveled, his hair perfectly straight and his 5 o'clock shadow nicely grown in.
I greeted him at the door, we kissed and I invited him in. He had beautiful red and white speckled roses in tow. He was nervous. This was our first official date in the 'courtship'. Yeah, we have gone out numerous times and known each other for years but it was different now. We were different to each other, in a good way.
On the way to the restaurant he took my hand in his in between shifting gears. I teased him about having to split his attention between his two loves, the truck and me. I was also praying that we didn't break down on the way there. Although it would have been hot to watch him take off his shirt, as he always does, lift up the hood and go to work on whatever the hell broke this time. I wish he would get rid of that truck but he loves it and so I'll live with it.
About halfway there I noticed he left his surfboard in the cargo area. We had to turnaround and go back to my place to drop it off. He apologized over and over but it really didn't bother me. Then we couldn't find parking, which made us even more late for our reservation and our having to deal with a very upset host. I was to blame for making him drive. We could have just walked the ten or so blocks and been there already. I made sure that he knew that it wasn't his fault. He was a little down and starting to have a bad night.
He had already called ahead and had the table set with rose pedals; a small package that I assumed was number fourteen, and a bottle of sparkling bubbly. He ran around the table and pulled the chair out for me. We sat, drank and eventually ordered. Nathan told the waitress this was a romantic occasion for us and that he was madly in love with me. I don't think she knew what to do with that and just read us the specials and took or order.
Before our meal arrived he gave me the present, a very small box wrapped in the same pink paper most of the others had been wrapped in. I tore it open to find a beautiful black braided choker with a small heart attached to it. "I made it," he said excitedly. "Not the heart. I got that inscribed, but the choker." I looked at the back of the heart: 'N heart J' it said. I hugged and kissed him, then unclasped the choker and put it on. I couldn't see it but from his expression he was very please with himself and happy that I was excited to put it on.
We finished dinner and then headed back to my place where we spent the night together; great love-making sex, passionate love-making sex. This was by far the most romantic Valentines I have ever had in my life.