The Perfect Date

Sta   After being chronically single for five years and having not been on any kind of outting that slightly resembled a date in two, I was reluctant but enthusiastic about having dinner with a guy I'd met on Facebook eight months earlier. Tyimbe St. Mitchell. This brother was fine. Poised. Ran his own business. TSM Trucking and Transportation Services company. Which he had recently expanded. Only one previous marriage, yielding two beautiful children. Polite, spiritual, soft spoken, he painted for fun, mostly nature scenes, ran a few marathons over his lifeline and he was a home owner.  We talked for hours and he faced timed with me every night before going to bed.

   We had several mutual friends, all through a church I had been a member of years before.  

   Everything seemed like we were compatible in the areas that counted. He even found a new distributor for the custom food containers for my food truck at significantly reduced cost and had given me free season passes to the local theme park via email without my having even requesting or hinting it would be something I'd want. For the date he asked that I bring a swimming suit and clothes for the next day.

     "I want to really show you a good time. I know it's early for us to take a trip together.. But I will be a complete gentlemen. You have my word."

      I had very little faith in his statement. Men who plan overnight excursions aren't the same ones who are "complete gentlemen" in my experience. But, the fact was I had been single so long and enjoying his extra mellow swagger on a level that had me ready to strip naked.. heart, mind, body and soul.

   I took all the steps to make sure I was picture perfect head to toe.

   Not being traditionally fancy meant I started the various appointments to prepare 4 days before. First to the spa for my brows, nails, and bikini line. Then on to my loctician to get myself a non prom updo. I decided to wear an adorable jumpsuit black for slimming effects, with a bright floral trim and matching middy heels. As I applied the highlighting touches of the shimmering peach lipgloss and mockingbird black mascara, I looked into the mirror and I felt proud of the woman I had become and the fact that I was open to this impromptu and somewhat forbidden soiree'(at least but the standards of my strict southern Christian upbringing).  Just as I double checked my bag to ensure I had all of my preferred toiletries, he called.   

   "Sweetheart, the limousine will be out in front of your place in ten minutes."

       "Ok" I responded cheerfully, I felt like I was going to my junior prom.

       The limo driver was a woman. She wore a fitted pink uniform and held a sign with my name on it in big black letters like a movie scene.  As I entered the limousine expecting to see my handsome suitor, I was instead greeted with and overflowing of balloons and an array of flowers from different continents pouring from the seats. The interior was also all pink, complimenting the driver's uniform perfectly.

    There was a large monitor opposite the doors and a bottle of Merlot in a gold bucket. No ice, as I reached up to the beautifully designed mini bar, I felt the edge of the bucket and it seemed to be chilled. In the spirit of my perpetual awkwardness, I placed my clutch purse on the seat and then placed both hands on the cool surface.

   The video screen above the bar came on.. It was Ty.

  "Good evening gorgeous".

   I waved my hand in front of the monitor, trying to gain a sense of if this were him live or a recording.

   He continued, "The driver Angeliece, is taking you to the airport. However, if you need to make any stops on your route, simply press the button on the right of you and let her know."   

  After flapping my arms a few more times, I figured out it was a recording. This man was smooth.

  "Safe travels and I am looking forward to seeing you very soon"

   We pulled into the airport, exclusively housing personal planes. As we drove past the second hanger I could see there was a bright blue plane with a babyblue logo of some sort and to my surprise Angeliece pulled around to the enterance and parked. She then lowered the divider between us.

  "Mr St. Mitchell has asked that you step out here Miss."

    As I approached the airplane, I could see his trucking logo was on it's side. I began to understand he may have downplayed his financial situation intentionally. I was intrigued over being insulted. He was standing at the entrance. He stepped down to assist me inside. The interior of the plane was amazing. It looked more like a one bedroom apartment.

  "Where are we going?" I finally gained to nerve to ask.

   Handing me a glass, while holding the bottle that read "Boyage da La Vent" and then, "Bergeroc AOC France".

    He smiled sweetly, looking into my eyes and responded

   "Dans notre destin"

    And in that moment all the pain became possibilities. My soul melted into his kiss and I knew that this love was real and all mine.