My Special Gal.

The girl was amazing. If my love for anything was a grain of sand, my love for her was an infinity of deserts. I'd known her since I was a child, I'd loved her since I first laid my eyes upon her sweet, warm face. I'd never had the courage to tell her how I felt, not even to try to hold her hand while we strolled the trails when we were young. But finally, 17 years later, I finally gathered the muster and asked her out to dinner. To my astonishment and delight, she accepted!

Excited more than I'd ever been, I made reservations at the finest restaurant in town, paying a "appreciatory fee" to ensure my getting the best table in the fine establishment. I ordered a dozen Norwegian roses, which cost me a week's pay instantly. This was to be the most important night of my life, I was to ask her the question that had burned inside of me for over twenty years.

Finally the night arrived, I picked her up promptly and we arrived at the restaurant to enjoy an elegent meal and indulge in eachother's company. We ordered a bottle of vintage red wine, followed by a wonderful meal of delicacies unknown to the common man. We danced, we laughed, we had mind-blowing conversations about everything possible. This date was to be the basis to compare all dates in the future, it was absolutely perfect.

Then, after cocktails and a nice creme brulee', I worked up the gumption to ask her the question I'd tormented myself with for years. I leaned in, stroked her cheek ever so gently, and softly asked, "If I pay you, will you have sex with me?"