Part 1 – If Peroni Did Mills and Boon! :-)

11 years from today.

So there we were. We finally managed to get our act together and arrange that drink at long last.

The champagne bar at Grand Central. The station being handy for both of us. A quick exit if necessary but that was more likely to be on your part to be fair.

I’d fancied you from the moment I first saw your profile on POF. Even although you’d left your pics deliberately vague. Your smile. The pretty eyes and your shapely figure were there for all to see.

We had been emailing each other for a couple of weeks. You came offline as you were tired of hassle from the creeps. I did too but only after our first kiss.

Our emails started slowly as we got to know each other but we had so much in common and I loved your sense of humour and joy of life.

Then the telephone chats to the small hours. Everything from music family and holidays. Personal histories and not an ounce of regret or bitterness between us

Cherish the past but move on we had both agreed.

Back to Central Station There I was standing waiting outside M&S. Nervous as a teenager on a first date. Which of course it was and my first for a long while.

Standing there in my new jeans and tan boots. Ted baker shirt and just a hint of gel in my hair. Trying to look casual like I did this so often and failing miserably.

Then you were there. I spotted you right away. Thankfully you looked like your pics. Better actually. God how nervous am I now?

But your smiling. You’ve recognised me too. Not too difficult as I’m the only one here at 8pm on a Thursday.

We meet. Say our hello’s and a clumsy peck on the cheek. I made myself blush then. Fortunately you didn’t seem to notice. Well you told me later that you had but you had the good grace not to mention it at the time.

We got to the c0cktail bar. What will you have? Your favourite Strawberry Daquari. Make that two and a Peroni in the side for me.

So we chatted and laughed for hours. It was even better than I expected. 3 c0cktails later I had enough courage to pull your stool closer and lean in for a trembling first kiss.

It’s short and oh so sweet. Maybe that was just the strawberry and pineapple but I don’t think so.

At some point you need the loo. A long walk down the bar and I couldn’t stop myself from turning to watch you walk away. Your shapely figure accentuated by the clingy material of your LBD.

Oh yes! Fingers crossed.

But you need to head for home Your mum is looking after the kids and she will be picking you up at the station.

I walk you to your platform. Grinning like a Cheshire cat. We stand for the last few minutes before you have to go.

What to do? Hold back or go for it? Stick or twist?

I’m a gentleman. Always have been. Besides I don’t want to push my luck.

So I stick.

But luckily you twist!

That last parting kiss was lingering but was over far too soon However the look in your eyes as you pulled away told me that you wanted more. I did too and couldn’t wait to see you again.

Of course. That was 11 years ago now. Since then we’ve done so much together. Our families have fused and our lives have merged

But I’ve not been totally accurate with you. When I said that was 11 years ago that we met I actually meant that in 2 weeks time it will be 11 years from that first kiss.

We were married exactly one year from the day that we met and I’m currently writing our 10th anniversary speech

So for now, for the next fortnight. Until that first kiss

I just haven’t met you yet.

X

If Peroni did Mills and Boon! 🙂

PS – Note this story is fiction, not an actual dating story, but wouldn’t it be lovely.

Now Read Part 2 – Tempest Fugit – Time Flies!

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