I have to start this section off with a little bit about myself in order for it to make sense. See I’m lactose intolerant. Like Leonard form my favorite television show, feed me ice cream and I can rocket to the moon. So anyway, after our initial dinner party meeting, Dominic waited a few days to call me. (He told me later he didn’t want to look desperate by calling too soon.) He suggested we go out for desert. At the time Dominic wasn’t driving, so I met him at his apartment. I was expecting that he’d made something for dessert, being a pastry chef and all, and then we’d talk.
He’d been working crazy hours and hadn’t had time, which I could understand, so he suggested Cops Frozen Custard. I had pills in the car that I can take when I eat dairy, so I agreed. We drove over, ordered, and got our treat. Since I lived near the custard stand we went back to my house. Dominic and I sat in my living room, ate, and talked for hours. It was an amazing evening and I’d rarely hit it off so well with someone. Until I realized that the pills weren’t working. (It had been so cold I think they must have lost their effectiveness.)
I made it through the evening just fine, took Dominic home and said good night. Which was the goal of the evening. Whew. The unfortunate part was that I barely made it home and spent the rest of the night with a system that made me pay for our date. I won’t go into details but I will say that it was So Worth It.
Next up – Our first dinner party.