Reserving Table Number 6

My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
My romance doesn't need a thing but you.

~ Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart, My Romance, 1935

I called the lodge the other day and made a reservation.  Not for a room.  For a table.  For two.  Beside the window, with a spectacular view.  Forested mountains and a waterfall. 

Table Number 6 is as private as can be.  It's in an alcove, a wonderful space with walls on three sides, and a small doorway that's draped with a velvet tapestry.

I wanted something special, you see.  Some place where I could be alone with this man whose company I've come to enjoy online.  A spot with natural beauty and good regional foods and excellent red wines. 

He inspires me.  I want to do special things for him, take him places that delight his senses.  But I don't need any of that stuff to be happy with him.  Just hearing his voice or reading a note he's written makes me feel good.  I can hardly wait to see him, to touch him.  In approximately 576 hours, if all goes according to plan, I'll feel his lips on mine.

 
milkynips milkynips
46-50, F
Jan 6, 2013