Sally and Ryan: Second Date

After our first date we kept texting and talking and things seemed to be going well. We arranged to meet again for another date, we decided a romantic dinner for two at his place. I said I’d take care of everything. We planned for Thursday, which happened to be two days after another blizzard, so I had an excuse to not go to my classes and enough time to prepare dinner. I planned every detail, down to the playlist. I had been so impressed with the fact he planned our night that I wanted to make sure to not forget anything.

First, I made a salad with the freshest greenest mix which I adorned with roasted red tomatoes doused in herbs and olive oil, I also added kalamata olives and other fresh fat olives stuffed with feta, and of course feta. I cut up mini sweet peppers, the cute bright red orange and yellow ones to give the dish some color too. For the main course, I made whole wheat fusilli to which I added a mix of eggplant, zucchini, and onions that I sauteed in olive oil and then I added some feta, butter and spices— I’ll be honest, the fusilli dish was a little bland, but it actually wasn’t that bad. The salad was bangin though. For dessert I packed two blood oranges. I also brought Italian bread, lemons to taste, champagne and bottled water and made a playlist consisting of cool Putumayo music (A Jewish Odyssey, Turkish Groove) that led into an Elvis compilation to complement the “Burning Love” lyric he had put on his status after meeting me..

I pack it all up and start driving in the shit weather to Jersey City. You can’t park in Hoboken without a permit unless you do a metered spot, which I had a feeling I was staying the night so I decided to park in JC and take the light rail over, even though it would be annoying. And it was. There was snow everywhere and it was impossible to find a space. I got lost in looking for a space and had to drive an extra 20 minutes or so in Jersey/Union city to get back to a familiar spot. I finally park, in Union City mind you, and I walk down to the light rail. I never pay for the light rail as the stop I get on is only two from the end, so I figure if I can make it the next stop, then I’m good. The light rail was taking forever. It is only about 1.3 miles from my sister’s to Ryan’s, which I would normally walk, but it was FREEZING, I had a bunch of shit in my bag making it heavy and the ground was wet and slippery. 3 West Side Avenue trains came before the Hoboken train. I wanted to cry. It finally comes, I finally get on and am relieved. Next stop. NJ Transit police get on and I froze. I was so drained from driving and traveling and walking and waiting, already 2 hours of my time that I should have got off, but I didn’t. The officer comes up to me and asks for my ticket, and I just say, I don’t have one.

I get kicked off the train. I get lectured. They start to give me a summons. They also need to check if I have any warrants and ask for my SSN and other info. So I’m shitting my pants because I DID have a warrant out for unpaid parking tickets in Jersey City that I paid only TWO days prior ONLINE. So I didn’t know how long it takes to process a warrant annulment, however I didn’t say anything when they asked. The call on the radio comes back warrant free and I was so relieved that I wasn’t about to be arrested with my Barnes and Noble reusable bag that has a baguette sticking out of it, wine, Tupperware etc.

So then I ask the officer if he has a taxi number after I get my court summons and he says no. So I say are we in Jersey City or Hoboken right now and he says technically Jersey City.  I start to freak out a little because I was already lost and I didn’t know exactly where this station was positioned, which I am an idiot because it’s on 2nd ave in JC (basically Hoboken) and Ryan lives on the corner of third. I didn’t realize I was up the street. In not knowing this, I’m totally crying because every cab number I call WON’T pick me up. I just start walking (in the complete wrong direction) and see some like fitness club or something and I cry to the doorman to help my find a ride to such and such an address. He takes me to the front desk where they call me a cab. The cab finally comes and it’s like get in get out. We were at Ryan’s place in 2 seconds lol.  He was already waiting for me at the Path station so I waited for him to get back and when he arrived we went up to his place and he gave me a big hug and kiss to help me wind down and warm up.

I start to prepare everything and insist that he sit and relax. I could feel his eyes and smile on me as a worked in his kitchen cutting lemons and plating the salads. Some of the glances seemed in awe, the others I could feel his eyes undressing me. When I was done transferring food from Tupperware to dining ware, I set the bread on the table, the lemons, the water, the salad and then we opened the champagne. He didn’t realize it was champagne, because (I asked him to open it) he went to get a cork skrew to open it, I mentioned it wasn’t wine, but champagne (Prosecco, rather) he seemed all the more impressed. Upon both of us sitting at the table, it looked so nice. It looked like a romantic dinner at a restaurant, especially with the presence of the champagne on the table. What I’m saying is, it was well done. He didn’t even bite into his food he was already thanking me and telling me how great everything looked.

Then, he took the first bite of his salad, and stopped to say how great it was. He was really blown away by everything. Dinner and conversation proceeded well over three courses. We of course finished the bottle, it was a 750 mL, so things stayed respectable (lol). We cleaned up, he insisted on doing most of the cleaning and as he loaded the last dish into the dishwasher (I know, a balcony and a dishwasher, incredibile) I came up behind him and started moving my hands over his body. I kissed the back of his neck and started to unbutton his shirt. I stayed behind him the whole time and pressed myself against him as I slowly started to remove his garments. I took off his tie, his shirt, his belt. We were facing the open balcony the whole time. When I took off his pants, I moved down with them and took off his shoes as well while not forgetting to touch the important parts (lol) I move in front of him, take his hands, and pull him to his room.

I pushed him on the bed and gently, cutely, held his arms above his head while my other hand searched around. I got off him and pulled him to sit up and slowly took off my own clothes… the rest of the night continued to this tune. We didn’t have sex again either. We woke up in the morning, he completely embracing me, and continued from the night before. We played all morning and were honestly so close to having sex, closer than the time before, which I didn’t think was possible. Of course I was talking dirty and teasing him to try to build up that experience and he was responding, .. it was so sexy. After a little while of this he says “i’m about to lose control” so I toned it down.

I eventually did have to leave for work, as I’m sure he had things to do as well. I took him to Sobsey’s produce in Hoboken, a local market with the freshest and most delicately selected fruits and vegetables. I showed him something new in the town where he lives, I mentioned going up to the Palisades (a trail) with him, minutes from his hometown, a place where he’s never been, I had him eat foods he’s never tried and listen to music he’s never heard.  It felt good. He waited with me (forever) at the bus stop, which I honestly would have been better walking to my car because the bus didn’t come for an hour. It was freezing but he stuck it out. He left when the bus came and that was that! I was off to work.