On my first date with my older man, Brandon, he took me to a very pricey and secluded Italian restaurant. From the outside, the restaurant had a steakhouse feel, but as soon as the waiter sat us down and handed over the menus there were mainly Italian dishes—my favorite. Apparently Brandon had listened to everything we talked about on our late night phone calls, including my favorite food.
The minute we stepped inside the dimly lit restaurant, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. But why should I care what people may have thought about seeing Brandon and I together? They weren’t paying my bills and I wasn’t sleeping with them. That was when I finally let go of my vanity and selfish concerns. Brandon thus far had been a complete gentleman and never said anything that made me question how big our age difference really was. And as it so happened, Brandon treated me better than any guy my own age would have. It also helped that Brandon’s speech and mannerisms were that of a grown man who just so happened to have a youthful soul, which went perfect with my old soul.
Brandon had a great sense of humor and understood that I was young and made references to things that were more around my generation. Fortunately for me, Brandon seemed to be well aware of the latest “it” things. A part of me wondered if it was thanks to his son, who was only a few years younger than I was.
“So, what do you think so far? Am I doing well for a first date?” Brandon interrupted my thoughts. I smiled, because on top of being a total gentleman the entire night, I was happy that he brought me to a place that guaranteed I was going to love what they serve.
“Hmm, so far so good,” I said, nodding as I looked around. I glanced out the window we were seated next to and that’s when I saw the blinking lights of the jet planes getting ready for takeoff. Not only was I with someone I felt completely comfortable with, but I had the beautiful view of jet planes taking off into the dark starry sky.
I looked out into the outside area the restaurant had. There were lights strewn around the rod iron railing and a small pond with ducks wading in the water. It was truly a beautiful view and I looked back at Brandon. “We could go sit out there when we’re done with dinner. There are some fire pits,” he offered. And sure enough, he pointed to a couple cuddled close next to a red bricked fire pit.
As we continued to talk over the course of dinner, I was happy that our conversation flowed easily. No awkward silences and no forced laughs on either part. It wasn’t until we were served our main dish that Brandon looked me straight in the eye and asked me the most unexpected question…