I’ve literally been staring at this blank screen for hours, trying to put into words the past couple of days. I’ll type something up, a sentence or two, and delete it because it’s not just right. But I must share. My apologies if it’s a little choppy.
The holidays were tough, yes, I’ll admit that. But New Year’s Eve, that was a whole different story. I did have my moment earlier in the day where I sobbed, for like a total of four minutes, remembering the previous year and the amount of effort I had made; and it being ignored. But this year, I had something big to look forward to. It was a night of many “firsts”.
The first BIG “first” was that I was actually celebrating the changing of the calendar year. I’m typically working, sleeping (because of a race the following day) or on the couch, alone. My date and I were up in the air as to what we would end up doing, but to my liking, we stayed local and together, just the two of us. We made dinner reservations and left the rest of the evening unplanned, just the way I like it.
The second “first” was that it was a fancier schmancier (yes, I know that’s misspelled) dinner. I’ve been to plenty of fancy dinners with work and a close friend, but never on a date. I didn’t share this with my date but instead, I was beaming with excitement. I couldn’t wait to get all dressed up, have a couple bottles of wine and enjoy a great, local meal. Oh, and be able to look across the table and see his excitement as well.
I painted my fingernails ballet slippers pink, slipped on my favorite little black dress and big sparkly hoop earrings (huge shout out to Margaret at Some Girls in Troy!) and was ready to get my eat on. Third “first” before jumping into the awesome dinner menu, I haven’t had someone tell me I was that beautiful in a long while. And to be honest, he didn’t have to say it out loud; it was written all over his face when I answered the door, shoeless. This was the kind of date I needed to put the pep back into my step.
Before I knew it, we were out the door and arriving at Daisy Baker’s for our 8:15 reservation. I had never been there but upon looking at their menu for the evening, the two of us were sold. Take a look at what we enjoyed and as a side note, we played food critic and found a winner for each “round”… let’s just say, I know how to pick a good meal!
Appetizer: The oysters won! They were perfectly crispy and flavored, while the tuna tartare was lacking a little extra something. Both delicious and had us ready for the next course. Jona: One. Date: Zero.
Salad Course: There was no picking here. We both had the same salad, mine with a few extra tomatoes. Couldn’t really taste the grapefruit but the onions made the dish.
Intermezzo: Best way to describe this sorbet: frozen Pez deliciousness. No really, it was awesome. Perfectly light and refreshing aka made the second bottle of wine taste even better.
Main Course: Jona: Two. Date: Zero. I made the comment earlier in the night that even if these scallops were covered in mud, they’d be devoured. And I stand by that comment 100%. Scallops are by far my favorite item to order out and these were perfect, especially paired with the peppers… so good! I felt bad because his filet was nowhere near being rare and the crab cake was burnt on the bottom… it really did have the potential to “beat” the scallops (okay, let’s be honest, it really didn’t). But he enjoyed my pasta just as much as I did, and I didn’t mind sharing the huge serving.
Dessert Course: This one is tricky to rate only because I am not a dessert fan, at all really. I find that the older I get with each passing year, I don’t ever eat sweets. He loved his brulee, but I found it way too sweet. My tart, great, but let’s be honest, I was full.
It was a good thing that we didn’t make any other definite plans because before we knew it, the champagne was being brought out and the countdown began. Well, actually, the band didn’t countdown at all until the last six seconds, but I had it covered.
My request and fourth “first” of the evening was to be kissed at 11:59 until 12:01; my last kiss of the year and my first kiss of the year. And if you ask, you shall receive. It was our first kiss in public. And I think it’s safe to say it won’t be our last.
*Important to note that this was not my first date with this fellow. In fact, and to make it blog official, I have been dating this gentleman for about two months now. I was by no means looking for a relationship after the breakup of my ex and I, but sometimes I guess you just stumble across a good thing when you least expect it. It’s nothing serious and the two of us are enjoying this whole dating thing. I must admit that I haven’t been this happy, content or vulnerable in a long time.
I know my blog content has changed a lot over the past two years or so, even the past couple of months. And thank you for sticking it out. I hope this explains the lack of reasons as to why I’m single… but I’m definitely thinking about making a new mini series on the troubles with dating. This is just as much new to me as it is to all my readers and to be honest, I was nervous about sharing this little bit of information. I’m am not regretting anything that happened in the year 2011 but let me tell you, I am surely excited to see what I bring about in 2012.
Hope you all had a wonderful evening and made new memories of your own. Cheers to many more firsts!