Would You Like to Have Dinner with Me?
Tonight, *Gallant and I are going on a date. Yes, a date date. Because we have not done so in a while.
It involves dressing up -- with eyelash curlers and pantyhose, plus his good shoes and a store bought masculine scent.
It also involves flowers, prolly champagne and feeding off each other's forks from dainty French courses (We're going to La Papillon, btw).
Yes, it is sweetly sick enough to make you hurl *grin* but all necessary for courtship and to keep one's relationship fresh, alive and exciting.
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