A Date to Remember

Tonight was the night. I had been waiting for a few weeks now. It was marked clear as day on my calendar, Valentine’s Day! Usually the worst day of the year for me as I had been alone for 5 years.

“Miss? Are you ready?” A calm voice said. Oh! I was in the store over thinking again. I was standing in the long market line clearly ready to purchase and sadly hadn’t moved when she called. I smiled a shy grin and placed my items on the belt. It was Valentine’s Day, so everyone was there buying sweet chocolates, or flowers for their sweet hearts. My cocoa hued skin blushed a deep red as I walked to the conveyer belt looking down. I had been distracted by my own plans that I forgot where I was. The clerk, a small and frowning girl quickly scanned my items and did her thing, she seemed so bored but I beamed with delight. What was in my basket? Some chocolate covered strawberries, some delicious vodka pasta sauce, tortellini noodles, plates cheese, the list goes on. All the items you need for a perfect date.

“Oh, someone has plans. How nice for you.” The clerk said. I jumped with glee at her comment. I was in for a very special night and she could see it! Finally someone got it! She understood that I hadn’t dated in so long. It was like the Sahara dessert in summer, dry to the bone. Dating was so odd for me, as everytime I’d find a guy I liked, he’d act so strangely toward my kindness and leave. I mean I was so chipper to be in a room with my special fella that to have them end things was so upsetting. But things happen for a reason and you can’t let that get you down. So I continued on my wave of love and openness hoping my prince would capture me and I think he finally has.

“Yes, I’m meeting a great guy for the first time. He’s coming over for a simple night in. We have been talking for a few weeks and he was so delighted when I invited him over for a date! Our first date, on Valentine’s Day! Am I a genius or what?! I mean I’m so romantic-” I said proudly as she interrupted my story with my reciept. She gave me the typical “have a nice day.” So, I smiled as I took the reciept and begin to pick up my things.

“I mean it’s going to be so great. And we will have the most delightful time! Men really do like-”

“Ma’am, I have a line.” She said as she signaled to the other customers behind me. I laughed with pleasure. All these people listening to my story! How sweet of them. I turned to them and bowed.

“Thank you for listening! I bid you farewell.” I swiftly spun as glaring and confused looks watched me prance away. They must have loved my thoughts and the way I moved. I appreciated that. However, I had a whole sweet set up planned that I needed to tend to. So I walked out happily. I pushed my cart swiftly through the automatic doors as a kind lady bumped into my cart from the opposite side and gave me a dirty look. But I laughed and said I was sorry as I waved goodbye to her. She threw a fist up with a frown and pushed her cart even harder into the store. As I drove home in my little car a man ever so slightly cut me off and almost forced me into the next lane. It was fine though because I was bumping my jams and really having a great time setting the mood for my decorations. I got home rather quickly as the store was so close, when Mr. Neal, my cute old neighbor came shuffling up as usual as I exited my car.

“Ms. Ralph I see you parked next to my trash cans as always. Could you move your car?” He said with a bit of rage in his voice. He was an older gentleman that lived in the house next door. My drive way was short and he often put his trash cans so close, but I didn’t mind as I felt there was plenty of space for both our needs. He would walk his aching bones to me once daily to complain about any minor inconvenience and I’d simply laugh or give him a sweet treat. He was so cute in his loafers and Kango hat, dressed as a golfer dad, I just adored our talks.

“Mr. Neal, how are you today? You know you can call me Lilly. You look so dapper in your outfit!” I said as I reached for my bag in the back seat. My long flirty skirt waved in the breeze as I spun to meet his gaze. He was glaring at my car and I was smiling so brightly he couldn’t ignore it.

“Th-thank you Ms. Ralph, but I need you to-” I cut him off with my finger to his lips and a flash of surprise and horror enveloped his face.

“Mr. Neal you know this is my drive way, and you know it’s short. We go through this everyday. But it quit alright,” I smiled joyously, “I’ll move it just a smidge, but you must also move your trash cans sir. As it’s my property line, and I simply don’t want you to get in trouble with the HOA.” I finished with a grin. He frowned as I moved my finger away. He prepared himself to yell and I quickly grabbed my bag and shut my car door. I whipped out my cookies and opened it swiftly to offer him one with a grin. “Cookie?” He looked down at my hand in disbelief, but it was his favorite type. Chocolate chip chunk, so I knew he considered it happily. However a deeper frown appeared on his face as he started to huff up his chest with a deep inhale.

“You know I have diabetes! As well as you hand me a cookie from that dirty hand?! I don’t know where your hand have been-” I just turned and walked to my house as once he started ranting he wouldn’t stop for atleast an hour. Oh and as much as I loved to listen to his regaling complaints about the property line, my house, or the neighborhood, I had to get inside and prepare for my date with my dream man. He would be here in an hour and I must be ready for him.

I bounced into my home as I closed the door on the ever screeching grumpy Mr. Neal, letting his shouts echo in the background as I shut my door. My home was a tiny two bedroom house that I had maintained a stay in for 5 years now. By grace alone I was able to ride the wave of a rental property and keep up with its care. A cute home filled with color and delight, I had found myself in a neighborhood of old people who needed some sprucing and love. I made my home a symbol of joy and all the neighbors adored it. They would frequent my home with screeches of “its an eye sore!” Or throwing tomatoes at my door. I mean how sweet was that?! They loved giving my home some color, and I appreciated it. It was fun waking up every morning to another note on my door asking me to tone it down. Often the neighbors would say it looked like a rainbow had thrown up on it, and I just loved that compliment. I wanted my home to be a rainbow of joy, completely standing out among these drab brown and red houses of the neighborhood. They took delight in my many plants and ever more pleasant garden that surrounded my home as well, but the HOA always complained it was too overflowing with life. I mean that was the best compliment too, I just needed to buy more plants. The more complaints I got though, the more I felt my home spoke for itself and I was so proud. I now just needed a man who would complete my home and compliment my life.

His name was Andrew and I met him on a dating app. There were so many, but they all did the same. Swipe, swipe, like, like, talk, talk. But this one was different. He had not one single smile in his photos. He just glared at the camera. I thought it was so mysterious. He was the dream, tall, dark hair and dark eyes, and so handsome. His hair was slightly long, to his shoulders and he wore black turtle necks, like an artist. I love men who wore turtle necks, and he was in fact an artist. He called himself an abstract painter. I was so overjoyed with his profile, I swiped right like it was my job. We started talking right away. He adored my colorful pictures and he complimented my hair. It was a bright honey blonde color with some highlights and curls all over in a slight Afro. I just loved the color gold and I figured my hair must reflect how I felt. He said I seemed pleasant and he would cherish a night of painting the town, or my home red, like the color blood. I couldn’t believe how fast he was willing to meet. Well, I was too. He’d already won me over with his red and black abstract paintings, sometimes he would throw in some red on white and I loved the way the color popped against him. He even had a self portrait of him, stone faced with red all over, like a giant splatter. It was so symbolic and deep, I just needed a deep thinking man in my life. I immediately gave him my address and he sent a smiley face and said.

“I’m so glad your inviting me over to your home. I can’t wait to give you the experience of a life time, a night to die for and a date to remember for all of your next lives!” I was in awe. He truly was going to wine and dine me and I was completely over the moon. We agreed that I would buy the food and he would cook the meal. He was an artist after all and an expert chef, from what he said. He needed to cook my meal and I appreciated that, a man who wanted to cater to me! Just Devine, and so rare. I of course wanted to set up the scene and I purchased a lovely white table cloth to make him feel welcome and an additional one to make sure a mess was easy to clean, as he instructed. The very fact that he wanted to make sure my place remained clean was darling, as cleanliness is next to godliness for me and I loved that. I set the table with beautiful white gold and plates I found at the store with utensils to match and wine glasses. I made sure everything was in proper place and he mentioned he valued details and I was very detail oriented myself. We matched on some likes, like color and dining and even cleanliness, and tonight I was certain we would find even more in common.

The table was set and everything was in place for him to see the food and begin cooking. I decided on a nice wine for the evening. Something I never really drank but that he loved, a deep red Merlot. He said.

“I love Merlot, because of the color. It reminds me of blood as it exits the body.” He would give me a little “lol”after and I would think, how lovely. He sees color as I do, so beautiful and expressive in all forms. I cleaned my house to nary a speck of dust and I changed into a beautiful red dress. I liked flowy skirts, so I kept it 1950’s house wife, with a bit of flare. I felt like Lucile Ball waiting to shower her husband Ricky with love and that felt amazing.

‘Knock, Knock!’ Echoed at my door as the clock struck 8pm. He was prompt, which I adored. He definitely won points there. I walked to the door and straightened my red dress up just a tad. My hair was pulled up into a cute pineapple poof with a scarf wrapped around my head. I was decked in classic pearls and my flirty red dress. I yanked the door open with glee and so much intention that I almost ripped it off the hinges.

“Welcome, welcome, Welcome!” I said happily! I opened my eyes to his perfection! There stood my mysterious stranger in all black. His dark hair grazed his shoulders with just a bang covering his right eye. He had the deepest frown but his eyes twinkled with delight. I knew he liked the sight of me.

“What are you wearing?” He asked and my heart melted. His voice was husky and rich with a rawness I had never heard. I smiled joyously as he maintained his stone face.

“Well this is my style! You don’t like it?! I’m all about the 1950’s, it brings me so much joy!” I said trying not to explode from glee. I loved being asked about my looks. Still frowning he walked in with no response. I suppose my answer pleased him. He gently walked past me and scanned my place. I had just cleaned up so I knew he would feel safe in my humble abode.

“You have so many colorful things.” He said very stoically. Oh he was observant! I loved an observant man.

“Yes! I love color! I’m so glad you noticed. As do you with your red art pieces.” I flashed a big grin, I was so glad he showed up.

“Yes... But it’s mostly red. Only red well sometimes brown.” He said in such a charming monotone voice, I was very thrilled.

“Those are lovely colors.” I said calmly.

“Yes, very human colors.” He responded stiffly as he looked down at me. He was so tall 6ft 2 maybe, to my 5’5” frame. I loved it!

“Oh! I love earth tones!” I shouted as I tried to laugh off my nerves. We stood in silence for a moment. I could tell he was taking me in. He looked my frame up and down as if he was devouring my body! I was so ready to be taken by him I almost shouted it. But I needed to play coy, I mean you can’t just let every man have you. Yet, the way his eyes glanced over my body, it was as if he wanted to tear me apart. To rip open my clothes and take me! It was so delightful and dangerous at the same time I almost ran. Yet it thrilled me and sent shivers down my spine.

“The kitchen?” He said in his special monotone way. I bounced with joy at his desire to get right to work. I looked down as I began to walk around him and noticed he had a rather large bag in his hand.

“Right this way! Oh! What’s in the bag?” I asked curiously as I leaned toward it. He ducked it behind his leg and moved closer to keep me from it. He leaned forward to whisper in my ear, placing his large hand in the nape of my shoulder and neck. I could feel his lip graze my lobe as he moved close. This sent a pleasant and heated shiver down to my toes. Then, really gently without delay he said.

“You’ll find out soon enough... Now please show me the kitchen.” If he had demanded me to bark like a dog and lick his toes in delight, I would have without question in that moment. I straightened my back as to not show my excitement and smiled. I looked him in his eyes and I said.

“Right this way.” I made sure to twist my hips as I led him to my small kitchen. I could feel him watching me, it was going to be a grea night. As we entered the kitchen he rushed past me, beginning so carefully to check out my cooking ware. He knew almost immediately where everything was, as if he had been here before. How amazing, a man who knew his way around a kitchen. Wow! He placed his bag in the far corner of the kitchen as I traipsed myself over to my tiny two seater table in my small dining area. I made sure to sit flirtingly as I wanted to dazzle him with my dress. He however was fascinated by my knives, caressing and touching every inch of the blade. I wanted to be that blade.

“Oh, you like knives I see?” I asked trying to be playful. He spun sharply on his heals. He wore nice black shoes with a dapper black turtle neck and pants. Just like in his photos, he was so cool. I smiled cutely as he approached me with the knife in a downward grip, as if to stab. His walk was like silk as he took two, maybe three large steps toward me and without hesitation he swung the blade downward onto my hand, nearly missing my fingers as he landed between them. I almost creamed my panties with glee. I looked up at him as he bent down to look me in the eyes on my level. I followed his slow and calculated movements with so much pleasure I was ready to throw him to the ground and take him.

“Yes, I do.” He said sharply, but in a whisper. “I like the danger of the blade, and how it easily slides through its prey with grace.” He said. “You see you can tell a lot about a person if they maintain sharp blades in their kitchen. How much they value cooking, a clean cut, how efficient they are, but most of all, how satisfied they are with life. For if one has a nice set of kitchen knives, then you know that person is pretty pleased with themselves in a lot of ways.” He said as he pulled away from my face, I was probably visibly red from excitement. He yanked the knife out of the table. The cut was deep but I wanted to lick it. I poised myself to stand, but he very quickly jerked back toward the kitchen. I watched him as he silkily walked away.

“And what do you say of my knives?” I asked genuinely curious and massively turned on. He paused for a moment and with a swiftness I had never really witnessed first hand he turn and launched my knife at my head. I felt it wiz past my cheek. The cold blade mear millimeters from face as I dodged it. It lodged itself into my wall through a picture of my favorite creature, a unicorn, of which it split as the glass burst around it. It was splendid!

“Oh! That is impressive! You almost hit my head, you are very talented!” I bounced with delight. He seemed to frown from annoyance but it quickly disappeared as he turned to the stove.

“I’ll start cooking.” He said in an easy voice. I was smitten. A man who knew his way around a weapon! I mean, come on?! Talk about feeling safe. I was so thrilled by his talent, I just knew no one could ever mess with him. As I cleaned the mess the knife throw made, he went to the items I had so lovingly placed on the counter for him to use and he began cooking the pasta as one would. He picked out the perfect sized pot and poured water. After picking up the glass and tidying the area I danced around the knife in my wall and yanked it with all my strength. I was so impressed I almost took a picture of it, then I realized my question wasn’t answered.

“So, you never answered my question...” I quizzed, “As cool as that was, I’d still like to know what my knives say about me?” I asked. He continued cooking as I walked over with my still perfectly sharp knife. He mixed a few ingredients into the sauce pan as he waited for the water to boil. I liked cleaning all of my kitchen utensils on the regular, so he must have been impressed.

“They are cared for, which is... good. You seem to be well put together and happy.” He said with a tinge of annoyance. I spun around happily, he was right, I was pretty happy, but I could always use some love, we could always use some love. I looked down shyly, trying to appear cute.

“Well, does that appeal to you?”I asked as I moved closer. He turned slowly, only allowing his neck to turn his head. His eyes were flowing with danger and he smiled as if he had a secret to share.

“It will do.” He said. Uh, he really knew how to play coy, like really hide his feelings, it was both appealing and upsetting at the same time. None the less my heart leaped through my chest. I spun happily as he turned back to cooking. I felt like I had found my soul mate. He was this dark, and mysterious man with a little bit of danger, that balanced my sweet and happy nature. He was blackness, dark clouds and blood, while I was sunshine, unicorns and lollipops! All my past boyfriends were like him, but for some odd reason they just never worked out. One was always cutting my stuff, or trying to cut me. Another watched me sleep, which I found so darling. He never took his gaze off me, I felt so seen and safe. However, over time he had insomnia and it just felt like he could never get any rest around me. Overall, they have all been so lovely but, this one, this time, I just felt a soul connection I refused to ignore. I just knew he was the one and we would have beautiful dark babies with happy lives and some sense of wonder and danger but joy too.

He cooked the pasta, being careful to season everything just right. He was so into exact science and measurements that I could burst with delight. I loved following a recipe as well. He only added one mysterious powder from his bag that rested in the corner. When I would go over to see what he was doing he’d stop and politely ask me to leave. I figured he just wanted to make the meal special and a surprise for me, which I loved! I just loved surprises. I didn’t even tell him I had chocolate covered strawberries for desert. They were brown and red too, his favorite colors. I swiftly went to the fridge and pulled out the final piece of the dinner. His favorite wine, the Merlot! I took out the bottle, nice and chilled and showed him with a massive grin. He looked at it and for a moment, I saw a smile flash on his face. He turned back to the pasta and seemed to concentrate further.

“You are pleased?” I asked hoping for a little enthusiasm. I knew I did good. He turned his head only slightly and said.

“Yes, very.” He kept working. I smiled happily as I poured two glasses for us and walked over with one for his tasting. He didn’t give the glass a look as I placed it down on the counter and he moved around my kitchen with familiarity.

“You move as if you’ve been here before.” I stated, “As if you belong here.” I said cutely trying again to get a look at his work. He’d frown from the side and so I’d just walk away.

“I have.” He said easily and I laughed. How cute, maybe he has been here in his dreams?! Oh if he’s dreaming about my place, I’d like that very much. As if he sees our future together. Perfection.

“Ok! If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would it be and why?” I quipped as I waited for him to cook. I asked him all sorts of silly questions that he easily answered. Never once did he change his tone of voice. He just cooked and answered my questions, his patience was so incredible!

“The death museum.” He said, “it relaxes me.” I laughed at his joke. No one wants to be around that. But he maintained his answer and I just asked more questions. Finally when the meal was ready he asked me to shut my eyes as he placed the table for our feasting. I smiled widely, I just loved surprises! I could hear the dishes clinging and clacking on the table in front of me, I was thrilled at the idea of having someone treat me so sweetly, it had been so long. I heard the chair in front of me move and I was ready to look. My body started jittering with excitement.

“Alright, you may look.” He said. I opened my eyes to him sipping the Merlot. He seemed pleased with its flavor and even swirled it a bit for joy. I looked down at the plate of tortellini pasta drenched with the vodka sauce, but had more red coloring to it than its original orange coloring. Everything was so carefully placed, I almost didn’t want to touch it.

“Wow!” I yelped as the smell hit my nose. Tomatoe with Italian flavors, rosemary, and a hint of lemon. My taste buds started to actually salivate as I drooled slightly from just the aroma alone. “You really do know how to cook.” I said, and he finally gave me a smirk. It was so devious and cute I almost leapt across the table to kiss him.

“Yes, well I like to treat my dates to a delicious treat before the night really gets started.” He said as he sipped more wine. I grabbed my wine and did the same. Then I held it up to him.

“To an unforgettable evening with an incredible man.” I said as charmingly as I could. My body literally started to fight me to eat sooner, my stomach was gurgling with impatience. He raised his glass in agreement.

“Oh, you have no idea.” He said as we clinked our glasses and then sipped our wines. Never taking our eyes off each other. I was told it was bad luck not to look the person you are toasting in the eyes and he seemed to just have good manners. As we placed out glasses down I swooped my fork and began to dive into the sauce and pasta combo. I had bought the ingredients so I knew how it was supposed to taste but nothing prepared me for it. As the pasta entered my mouth a swirl of tomatoe juice and lemon hit my taste buds. The flavor was intensified by the burst of cheese oozing from the pasta noodle and enveloping my mouth with a salty, tangy, sweet sensation. I was ready to throw off my clothes as this sauce caressed every part of my body. I covered my mouth as to hold in my screams of pleasure and delight. What did he put in my food? It tasted like heaven had opened its gates to us. I stared at him as we ate, enjoying every delicious bite of food without the worry of how I looked or even if I was making a mess. He smiled and bit into his food as well. Mine looked slightly different from his, more red with what felt like an addicting additional ingredient. I just needed this recipe!

“Ok, you have to tell me what you put in it? I’ve made this dish myself dozens of times. It’s one of my favorites, so please tell me, what is in it?” I asked still chewing with glee. He paused for a moment and gave me another grin. He seemed to like my questions. He took a sip of his wine, gingerly playing with the glass on the stem and finally spoke.

“Blood.” He said seriously. I paused for a moment considering his answer.

“What blood?” I said trying to gauge this.

“Human...” He said, “ My last dates blood.” He finished. He took his hand off the glass and slid it under the table. He stared at me seriously as I processed what he said. My eyes bulged at first, uncertain of his answer and then, I just laughed. I slapped my knee a few good times as he began laughing too. We let out two large roaring laughs as the noise filled the awkward moment with happiness. He was so funny and I found that to be a good thing.

“Human blood!” I said wiping tears with my napkin. “You almost got me!” I laughed more as I took a sip of Merlot.

“Oh I got ya.” He said, “I got ya good.” He smiled and leaned back in his chair. I could feel his foot pressed against mine as if to play footsie. I smiled with hope as he seemed more at ease. He smiled again and looked at his watch. “It should be kicking in real soon.” He said looking down at his watch and then up at me with a grin. I smiled back.

“What should?” I asked as I went in for my final few bites of this delicious meal.

“The knock out drops I slipped into you food and wine.” He said with ease. I rolled my eyes, what a jokester.

“Knockout drops? You really put knock out powder in my food?” I said trying not talk and chew. He nodded his head up and down answering my questions and I played along. “Ok, and why would you that?” I asked after another sip. This guy was so oddly funny. But knock out drops isn’t needed on a first date unless you want to hurt someone. Surely the love of my life didn’t want to hurt me?

“To make it a date to remember of course. Like I said.” He smiled as I began to feel my body enter such a relaxed state. Wow, I’ve never felt so at ease with a guy so quickly. This must have been a good sign. Then as I went to talk, it felt like my mind was moving faster than my lips and I slurred some of my words.

“Ohhh, aaannndd... h-how do you plan to dooo, thaaat?” I asked but the words felt so wrong and stuck in my throat. It didnt hurt as my body was too relaxed but it was confusing. I looked at him as the world around him swirled and black dots started appearing in my vision. This felt so unnatural and that feeling I had before of ease began to turn into panic. I didn’t want to go to sleep as my date was here but my eyes just refused to stay open. As I slipped into unconsciousness I heard him saying something that sounded so nice.

“Don’t worry I got ya.”He said as I could feel two long and slender arms catching me before I realized that I was falling to the floor.

When I came to, my eyes were dark, or maybe it was the room. Only a few flickering lights caught my vision as my eyes began to focus. I could see a figure next to my bright blue dresser and from the shape it looked like Andrew. I tried to say his name but I realized my mouth was gagged with something I wasn’t sure of. My tongue rubbed it and it felt soft so I didn’t stress. I looked around at the altered ambience in my room. Candles lit and darkened decor with just a long white sheet hanging over my window and curtains. I started to get up when I realized my wrists and ankles were bound tightly to my bed. Did he find my straps? How did he know? I secretly was into strap play and other more dark things. But I didn’t tell him that yet, I liked to introduce those things slowly, so what was he doing? Oh! He must be into that too, but on the first date, wow he was bold! I looked between my legs toward my dresser and he seemed to be messing with something in his bag. So with as much sound as I could muster I screamed to get his attention.

“Excuse me!” I screeched. I just wanted to talk to him. He turned on me slowly, and although it was kind of dark, I could see his face, he looked confused. He came over to me and sat calmly onto the side of the bed. I kept screeching excuse me until he finally took off whatever gag he placed in my mouth.

“Wow!” I said trying to catch my breath. “This took a turn I didn’t expect.” I said taking deep breathes inbetween. His gaze narrowed and he frowned.

“You are supposed to be asleep still.” He said. I was taken aback.

“And miss all the fun?!” I asked. He looked confused. “I mean how on earth did you know I was into this stuff?” I said with such glee. “Now, I wasn’t going to mention it until like date 2, of which I decided, yes, I want that. But hey, the earlier the better right?” I said with such a big grin. I wanted to kiss him but I was unfortunately tied up. He glared at me and I kept talking. “So! What do you have for me, what’s in the bag?” I asked with a little more excitement as if to show my readiness. Then I shook my chest at him to ask for more.

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of what’s happening.” He said angrily. That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.

“Sure I do! You have me tied up on my bed, I mean you could have just asked, but atleast now we can act on this intense feeling between us. I am ready when you are.” He jumped off the bed seemingly frustrated. He walked over to his bag and pulled out a pair of pliers. He turned back to me and looked me in the eyes and in swift movements he grabbed my face and stared down at me. I opened my mouth willingly, not certain of what he was doing but willing to let him do whatever turned him on.

“How would you like it if I yanked your pretty teeth out?” He said menacingly with a glint of delight. My heart started to flutter in anticipation. I used my tongue and licked the tool and his hand. It tasted like plastic metal, it was odd, but I was into it. He took his hand out of my mouth in disgust.

“You like dental play hu? I mean it’s a bit far, but I’ll try anything once.” I said with enthusiasm. He stepped back off the bed and walked to the bag on my dresser. He seemed calmer and placed the pliers down on the side. He reached into his bag and pulled out a large pair of scissors. They were massive and gold with a bit of old gunk on them. They looked well used but also well cared for. He walked slowly to my side and sat next to me. He took the scissors and gently slid them up under my dress. I got really excited as he cut my dress open and my chest popped out. He took the scissors and slid them again under my bra and snipped it. He did all of this in silence, without a word and I almost choked on my excitement. He then took out a scalpel that I didn’t see he had in his hand and while looking in my eyes he went to cut my skin with it and I screeched. “Whoa! That’s new!” I said happily. He looked at me with complete disdain and stopped. I had never been cut before for pleasure. Although I was tender and sensitive, the cut wasn’t too painful. I think whatever he gave me I was numb from it. My body was trying to embrace him or get up off the bed, I couldn’t tell, but all I knew was I just wanted to let him do anything he wanted to me. “This is amazing. I mean I am ready when you are.” I said even louder than expected. I felt some wetness drip down my stomach as he moved off the bed full of furry.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” He said quickly. He walked to his bag and began packing. I was so confused and still pretty groggy. I didn’t want him to leave, why was he leaving? I was so willing to be his play thing. He took down his white sheet and I knew the date was over.

“Wait, I don’t understand?” I said as he folded the sheet. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked still strapped to the bed. He silently placed the folded sheet in his bag and looked at me with a glare.

“You just... Are too happy. There is no fear.” He said with such disappointment in his voice. Fear? Why would he want fear? That’s so odd? I don’t fear him, I’m into him! Then without another word, I heard the door close as he exited my house. I tried to get up from my bed to chase after him but of course I was still strapped down. I was happy until that moment. He was serious about the pain. I just don’t understand, why would you want to cause pain to someone you loved? Or rather someone you wanted to love? I was very into what we were doing, the playfulness, and the beauty of danger play. It was fun, but he wanted fear and pain? I mean everyone’s taste is different but I was sure this guy was the one for me. I was very disappointed, once again I have a guy in my life who I would love to be with, and he leaves. Once again I’m strapped down to my bed, alone. This date did not end the way I planned at all, this is definitely one for the books. Oh well! Atleast I’ll find another guy, on another day! I mean it was certainly a Valentine’s Day I would never forget, and I know, god willing, I’ll meet a man who is willing to do all the things with me without any fear or trying to cause permanent damage. In hindsight I suppose, he was a bit too dangerous, but that’s not for me to judge, he was so nice and atleast I had a good Valentine’s day.

I stayed up a little longer trying to figure out how to get out of my straps, the were on pretty tight, but I usually kept a knife or something close to get out of them. Oh shoot, I need to move my car for Mr. Neal, one, thing at a time I suppose, and a hopeful future for dating indeed!