wine and cheese

mr. berkeley met me after work for dinner in nob hill before wine night. was actually really excited to see him, and even got a few of those wonderful little butterflies when i saw him peering at me across the table in the dimly lit restaurant. after we finished eating, we headed up to v.w.'s bf's place for wine night. wine night is a monthly tribute to the wine gods... or our excuse for mid-week drinking. we each bring a bottle of our choosing and share about the wine--winery, tasting notes, pairings, b.s. that we come up with to sound fancy... you know, wine talk. (hilariously, it started out as a couples wine night. however, my date to the first wine night cancelled on me. so, it's always been just couples and me... bridget jones style.) this wine night this cheese was not standing alone.






mr. berkeley fit right in. discussion about sports with the guys, family talk with the ladies. he seemed to say all the right things. with questions, he was charming. with our ridiculous sassy jokes with one another, he laughed... and at one point got in on the fun and cracked a joke about his height. even when the question was posed about our meeting, he responded with perfect ease... "we met on match, but i feel like i've known her for longer." it was kind of one of those comments that made my heart skip a beat. as the night went on, the couples got cozier as they typically do once the booze sets in... a kiss here, a love rub there. i thought this part of the night might get awkward, but appallingly it didn't. he comfortably and confidently put his arm around my back and tenderly rubbed my shoulder. it was nice and natural. i didn't feel like pulling away or running in the opposite direction as i have in the past.

as the night came to a close, i walked mr. berkeley to his car. he gave me a good night kiss. great kisser. and as i stood up on the curb, i confessed, "i've never kissed a guy this short." his retort, "i'm sure u can get used to that." i smiled and was impressed. as i walked away, i thought about what a wonderful, relaxing evening it had been. i really couldn't ask for anything more. and unlike the lasagna that m.v. insisted was "not going to last," i thought to myself this might go somewhere. and somewhere good. for now, just taking it one night at a time.

ADH