Romeo

My friend is always trying to set me up on blind dates but the guys are usually never my type. Until she had showed me a picture of this architect who travels the world building new model figures for big companies. I began to blush and was in awe because for once she showed me someone who seemed appealing. She gave him my number and after talking over the phone for some time and liking each other's photos we decided it was time to meet in person. Our last conversation on the phone ended with me telling him to pick me up at 7:00 pm Friday and to woo me.

I had finally got the chance to wear my red silk dress from Fleur Du Mal. The sun had just set. It was mid-June and the sky was a purplish pink hue. I was sitting at my vanity applying my lashes when my phone had dinged. It was a text from Romeo. I had been looking forward to this evening all week. His text said, "look out your window, beautiful." I peeled back the curtain and saw him standing by the curb aside a carriage with an old man in a tuxedo directing two white horses. I grabbed my purse off of the end table and grabbed my house keys to go. I don’t believe I had left my house so fast for a date in my life.

My skin could still feel the warmth from the sun. Romeo approached me with a bouquet of red roses then handed them to me and kissed the back of my hand. He said, "señorita" and held my hand escorting me to the carriage smelling like orange blossom, bergamot and cedar-wood. I said, "I didn't know they made them like you anymore,” he smirked. The carriage was a gold dome with four white wheels with a black velvet curtain resting on it exposing the left and right sides almost as two windows on a car. After escorting me to my seat in the carriage he then walked around the back of it to get in on the other side. Once he was seated he tapped the side of the carriage three times to let the old man in the tuxedo know that we were ready for takeoff.

The moment we began moving I began to hear the bells from the song, "I Belong To You" by Lenny Kravitz. There was a built in radio in the roof that caught me off guard yet I turned my head to glance at him displaying my pleasure as we had discussed a list of 90s love songs I enjoyed and that was one of them. He leaned in edging for a kiss. I did not move an inch I only licked my lips with a grin. Then he placed his thumb upon my bottom lip wiping off what was left of moistness leaning in further until his lips touched mine. His lips were full, soft and fit with mine perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. His tongue tasted like spearmint I could tell he had just spit out a piece of Orbit. His kiss was not sopping wet nor bone dry. I enjoyed the 90s love playlist he had put together for me I tapped my foot and waved my head the entire ride.

The carriage began to decrease with speed so I looked out the curtain only to discover a fancy white yacht on Seaport Boulevard. He hopped out of the carriage and headed over to my side of to help me step down. We then walked down the boardwalk to the yacht. There was a beautiful candlelit table for two set up at the end of the yacht by a bar with soft bachata music playing in the background. A waiter was standing by the table holding two plates with dome covers. As we approached he sat them down on the table in front of each seat then removed the dome covers telling us to enjoy our meal, bowed and walked off. It was my favorite, fried calamari with a sweet chili aioli sauce drizzled on top and white rice and red beans sided with a glass of merlot. After devouring our main course meal the waiter returned with two hot plates drizzled in rich chocolate with a triple layer chocolate cake filled with cheese cake and mousse. We then devoured that as we shared our stories. The evening turned to night and both were filled with laughter and sensuality. Eventually we found ourselves dancing underneath the stars until midnight. Time had flew by. It was the ultimate date, an unforgettable night.