Confession # 101

For me the simplest of gestures can be the most romantic.

Friday night I went on a date with my Bachelor—remember my Bachelor? It was nice. We had a wonderful dinner and way too much wine at his friend’s restaurant. We talked about our lives, our friends, our involvements, nothing too deep or too intimate. The evening went just as it was planned—a simple business transaction.

I paid for one Bachelor and I got one Bachelor.

There was to be no kissing, or well you know… A simple business transaction. That was all understood going in. So when it happened I was shocked.

What happened? The most romantic thing since the magic chocolate kiss that whirled up the romance that later became my marriage.

Our evening ended with the two of standing together on the Sausalito side of the Golden Gate Bridge looking over the City. We were standing there, side by side for quite awhile and all of sudden he took my hand.

That’s it! He took my hand. So simple. So easy. He just took my hand.

Now, I know nothing will come from my Bachelor date; it was after all a simple business transaction. But his taking my hand, reminded me of how that simple easy gesture can be so romantic because it says come with me, the journey begins here, hand in hand. All the rest we will figure out along the way. Take my hand… come with me…

I just smiled and looked him smiling me, and knew that if the rules were not spelled out going in, a kiss would have followed and well who knows…

Who knows?