Some dates are very special. They don’t always start with the moment a date is agreed upon either. Some of them take a bit of time to be massaged into place. Especially if you’ve been seeing someone on a somewhat regular basis. In those instances, a few tips and tricks seem to emerge and create the space for something extra special.

Before diving deeply into the blog, will tease the fact that there is a preview of what tips and tricks are coming into play. However, instead of sharing the link now, hang on a bit and find them listed at the end of the blog. For the record, the content would make better sense first… but I’m just being difficult today… you’ll see why in a bit.

The Gifts

Sitting across the the small table, outside the cafe enjoying a cool breeze, Kevin looked intently into Ballerina’s eyes. He was loving her dress. The burgundy sweater dress was showing her curves most delightfully. As he had anticipated, the boots was the jeweled foundation for the look.

He had not counted on being so aroused by the sight of her hip motion as she had arrived. He also had not counted on being so distracted by the rustle sound of the tights she was wearing. How he wished he knew if she was commando or not.

Ballerina was just taking her time watching Kevin. He was good. Too good to be true. She was taking her time. There was no need to rush and get burned. Smooth talking guys were a dime a dozen. Kevin was different. He matched a lot of his talk with consistent reliable action. However, it was still early in their relationship.

The conversation flowed and moved about. She could sense that he was trying to tease out some information about her. All guys seemed to think she was way more sensually focused than she was. She was one of the good girls. One of the last remaining good girls. Not a prude, not afraid, but just not advertising she was open to new things either.

Having had been at this dating game a little while, it was only fair that Kevin started to move things toward the hot and heavy. Ballerina was hoping that he would not get bold and try to run forward with things. She loved the freedom she had. She was sure that his growing desires for her would cramp some of her liberties. Just a feeling she couldn’t shake.

Unexpectedly, Kevin leaned in and held her hand. He moved about in a caressing way. The look on his face was as if he was about to bust a nut. Comical to be truthful, Ballerina thought.

Her hand felt the metallic feel of jewelry. Was this man trying to be slick or what?

She pulled back. What was Kevin up to?

As she looked, cautiously even suspiciously, Kevin laid out his necklace for her. He wanted her to have his necklace. That was cute. That was admirable. That was not quite acceptable.

He was insistent. His eyes looking like poodles begging to be held. He was so incorrigible. He was touching her heart. She was not sure if she wanted to feel so vulnerable yet.

Pulling back, she waited. She knew Kevin. He was a straight shooter at work and play but he was a bit convoluted in romance. Not that he lied or anything. He thought that his ability to misguide was considered romantic teasing. He loved to play head games. Nothing malicious, just time consuming work. To him, that was being extra special.

Ballerina waited. There was more to this gift than wearing his necklace. She placed her resting b-face and waited him out. Before long, the beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. He was looking too cute, squirming about his seat looking for an angle.

He must have found it. Before Ballerina could make her move, Kevin produced a box. One much like an engagement ring. But a little bigger.

Knowing him, he was not popping any questions. Not that he was the type that would get on his knees and propose either. This was different. This had naughty vibes leaking out of it.

Ballerina held station. She was not sure what awaited her in the box. But, if Kevin didn’t open it, she was not going to.

Undeterred, Kevin produced a second box. This one looked like a pen holder. They way he had smiled and blushed let Ballerina know that she was going to be in a bit of trouble with this particular box. What she had not counted on was the presence of a third box. That one looked more like an ear-bud carrier.