by Gerald Davis

Created on: June 04, 2008

I had awaited this day for some time. I had butterflies in my stomach. Everything had been planned out. All of the preparations had been put in place. I was ready. The apartment had been meticulously cleaned down to the last cobweb and speck of dust. I had purchased the top of the line foods to prepare for the meal. I was sporting a new haircut. I had spent 5 times as long as usual in my hygiene preparations. I smelled of the latest hot cologne. I was displaying the latest style in new fashion. A bottle of fancy wine was chilling in the ice bucket. The table was set with a beautiful table cloth worthy of the finest of restaurants. An arrangement of the finest flowers centered the table surrounded by sweet smelling candles. The room mate had been supplied with sufficient funds to get plenty drunk and crash at a hotel for the night. Nothing was going to spoil the night. She arrived a few minutes late as expected. I greeted her at the door and complimented her on her choice of evening attire. She returned the compliments and gave me an up and down with her eyes. I took her coat and purse and placed them in the closet. I escorted her to the living room and we sat on the loveseat and spent a few minutes in idle chit chat, then excused myself to the kitchen to prepare the meal. She joined me by the kitchen and we talked and had a drink while I carefully prepared the meal with the skill and care of a master chef. She gushed her amazement that a man could actually cook. Once the meal was set to cooking we returned to the living room for another drink and some more chi chat. The evening was going fantastically, better than I even imagined. Everything was flowing so naturally and comfortably. She had noticed the efforts made and was pleased. I heard the ding of the timer and escorted her to the table. I held the chair for her to sit down, and then went to the kitchen to put the final touches on the gourmet meal. I carefully placed the food decoratively on the plate and topped it off with a bit of garnishing to make it look just right. I returned with the meal to a wide eyed gaze as I placed the perfectly prepared meal before her. I then proceeded to break open the wine. I went the whole nine yards allowing her to smell the cork, and to taste just a small sip before filling our glasses fully. I placed myself at the candlelit table and we enjoyed the meal and conversation. After the meal we returned to the living room for more talk and the rest of the wine. As our conversation went along we had moved ourselves closer to each other and had constant eye contact. I felt the moment was right and moved in for a kiss. She was receptive and returned the kiss passionately. We spent the next who knows how long exploring each others mouths with our tongues swirling around each others tongue. Slowly I moved away from her mouth and began to kiss her neck. She willingly moved her head back to allow me access to the area. Things were heating up and the night was getting very interesting, when..THE FRONT DOOR SWUNG OPEN AND IN CAME MY DRUNKEN ROOM MATE! Needless to say the night was ruined and she went home. So were my chances at being her man. Unfortunately she went to her exes after leaving and I guess took care of the built up desire and they ended up back together. This is one of the drawbacks of living with a room mate.

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