Oh oh oh oh!!!
I wrote a bit of romantic short story (I know, I'm a dork) that was pretty much encompassed a lot of what was left of my romantic dreams (not sex, but just romantic stuff). A guy I was absolutely crazy about read it and like others, thought it was a pretty good short story. That was that, I thought.
A year later, after my mother died, he called me and said "Do you have any vacation time?" He was tongue tied and couldn't get it out, but finally, he said that he had gotten a BIG bonus and wanted to take me on a vacation to Victoria, BC.
I was exhausted, and knew nothing about Victoria, but I needed the rest. Well, it is THE most romantic place on the planet. And that was my 'date', for 10 days, he recreated a lot of what was in my short story. From walks in gardens to ice cream cones at the pier to a day out watching whales to telling me he loved me while drinking sangria in a courtyard.
'Nuf said, I'm gettin' all misty eyed.
Sounds lovely - where is he now?
;-)
What happened next?