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  • Wow, was I ever nervous.

    I was staring at the roaring fireplace, the achingly familiar front steps, the soft gushing of the coastal breeze, and the sound of the sea, those tiny little waves that make things magical...To say that I could live with this is an understatement.

    It was late in the evening, I knocked on her door, she opened it, she was wearing her hair in a bun with that thin lock sliding neatly on her cheeks - she smiled and gestured for me to enter in - I said," It's your smile that does me in, always your smile. And those eyes."

    She said," Well, I take it there may be a moot point in asking you how I look?"

    "I will blabber incoherent balderash."

    She giggled at me in mock derision, probably happy at the fact that I did not see her beautiful dress, the subtle bracelet, and the obvious elegance.

    Then we got off, and as we walked down the steps of the building entrance, she asked me our destination.

    I replied," Well, I tried to do a thorough analysis of which might be the place you would likely prefer, and based on your culinary preferences namely Steak, your social love of fine wine, some subtle Jazz playing in the back - though without the guy - after a while, once the song stops, you are left with a guy holding a musical instrument looking at me and my food as I try to savor it - based on travel preferences, a quiet atmosphere, I came up with 3 Places that I thought might fit the requirement - BLT Prime, Le Roserie, and The Steakhouse."

    "Ab, you did not need to do any of that. I am really happy any place where you like the food. Guys think that women like the place, the ambiance, and all the works - we really don't need any of that - it's not the food that matters, I would have loved to have gone to a place you would enjoy."

    "I know. But, anyway, I went ahead and did the analysis, the only thing missing is a car."

    "That's sweet - where are we headed then?"

    "To neither of the three. It's a surprise."

    "So what was the point of the analysis?"

    "So I could tell you that I did one, and that I could impress you."

    Again, that effervescent smile.

    And we got out of the Subway, went to the opposite track, and rode the Subway remarkably similar to the way we had traveled in the opposite direction.

    By now, her bemused look had turned to pleasant expectation when we reached the front steps of her building.

    "Ab, what are we doing here? What about the reservation you said we had?"

    "This is it."

    "Well then, why go out in the first place?"

    "You know why."

    "You needed me out of the house, so that you could get my nonplussed roommate to set things the way you asked her to."


    So as we entered the empty apartment, and she saw that the dining table had been laid with White Roses, and there was the sound of some mild jazz humming through the walls, the bottle of wine nicely balanced on the Tripod.

    Then as I poured the wine, and laid the glass neatly in front of her, she said, "This is ever so wonderful, it's just you need to stop looking at me now - I don't want to say staring."

    "I wasn't staring."

    "I was intensely leering."

    "Either ways, you need to stop doing it,"


    "Your phone is ringing, Ab."

    "I'll put it on silent" and it still kept ringing after I put it on silent.

    "That's strange, isn't it?"

    "Nope, it's perfectly normal - you are about to wake up."


    And it was just like that that the best sleep of all my time in Manhattan was ruined when I woke up, and answered the phone. It was her.


    "Open the door, get out of bed, order the pizza, I have the movie."

    And as I did, she smiled, kissed me, and walked in - and just in that instant, made me realize my best sleep was not ruined, my reality just got better.
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