luke
2003-11-19 at 10:49 a.m.

okay. So I had planned on making this mushroom soup that my mom makes. It's fab and i make it every year because i love it SOOO much. but it requires a lot of work and buying special stuff and what-not. So I mention to Luke that I was going to make it on Tuesday and invite him over.

I left work on Tuesday night and planned on going to the grocery store. Traffic sucked BALLS! So I called Luke to ask what time he planned on coming over then I warned him that I would probably have just arrived home when he got there. So I think he was a-ok with watching me cook and just hanging out in the kitchen.

So I go to the store (took longer than expected because…well see, the grocery stores were on strike for about a month and so I needed to buy all new groceries…and I was hungry). So I bought all the soup makings, salad fixings, and other stuff that I need. Including flowers! J’adore flowers!

So I get home, let the dogs out, unpack groceries, light candles throughout the downstairs, put on Billie Holiday, let dogs back in, feed dogs, set out bottle of merlot, Luke shows up! Purrrfect timing. I had just run upstairs to check my disheveled appearance (result of running around like chicken with head cut off to get house cute). And I heard the dogs barking and I walk down and the first thing I see is flowers. He brought me (I’m horrible at some flower names) white daisy-like flowers. So I gush, and put them into a vase and just gush some more. And then I put together a quick salad so that our rumbling tummys don’t take us out before I can get the soup made.

He pours the wine and I start the soup and he’s munching on the salad and telling me about his day and how he had an interview at the local Shriner’s hospital as a volunteer. So the soup takes awhile to make. Lots of simmering and chopping involved. We’re standing there sipping wine and just chatting. Lovely! Part of the recipe told me to puree ½ of the soup…well apparently danger’s food processor is ghetto ‘cause as soon as I turned it on it sprayed me. Luckily not too bad….but I still smelled like mushroom soup. Luckily Luke likes mushrooms. So I puree it in the blender after that and put the final touched on the soup and we sit down in the dining room. Candles burning, jazz playing, good food, wine, ahhhhhhhh! So he adores the soup, as do I, and we just have a pleasant dinner.

I should back up a bit, during the production of the soup Danger and her mom came in and measured for a rug. Then Danger went back to studio and her mom went home. Then Ry-dog came home for a bit, ironed his shirts, putzed around, then went over to his girlfriend’s house. So they both got to see the production that I went into for this boy. But at this point in time they were both gone. For the NIGHT. (danger would come home late later-not important until later though)

So we’re in the kitchen cleaning up, kitchen’s clean, we’re kissing. Me on the counter him on the ground between my legs. And I’m sitting there thinking, “I LOVE this guy. I want to tell him. I LOVE love him!” so I kind of get sad because I want to scream it but I’m trying to play it cool. So I just kind of rest my head on his shoulder with my face turned into his neck. And he’s like, “do you want to go upstairs?” and I’m like “sure. Just let me let lola outside.” So I let lola out, and walk around blowing out candles and I grab the flowers because they are SO going by my bed! I let lola back in and we go upstairs. And I’m still kind of sad but I just really really want to be with this guy.

So we’re standing there by the bed just undressing and kissing and whatever. He says the MOST lovely things! So then…yada yada yada. And we’re lying there in bed and just kissing and what-not and talking….and I squeeze my eyes shut and say “I really don’t want to freak you out but I really need to tell you something.”

And he’s like “what?”

And I’m like “something happened last Friday.”

Him: “last Friday? What was last Friday?”

Me: (open my eyes) “you made me dinner…..arrr. nevermind, just kiss me.”

Luke: (kiss) “no tell me.”

Me: (eyes squeezed shut) “well, I walked into your apartment and the first thing I saw was the floral quilt on you bed, and I though ‘wow, that looks nice.’ And then I looked over at your book shelf and saw ‘Young Einstein’ and I was just taken aback. And then I walked into the kitchen and you were making me dinner and I just fell in love with you.”

Luke: (kisses me VERY passionately but doesn’t say anything)

Me: (sort of freaking out thinking “please please say something”)

Luke: (looks at me, hands on my face)”last Wednesday when I got back to my apartment in the morning Damien was coming out of his room and I just said to him ‘I’m so in love with this girl.’ And I just danced around the apartment for a minute.”