Lost

We went out last night for a meal, with it being the last weekend we'll have off together before Christmas I just thought it would be sweet; to celebrate Christmas, to celebrate being together and to be honest as a kind of token of my affection and gratitude for my boyfriend too. It's been a rough week and my baby often has to take the brunt of it and pick up the pieces when I'm unhappy; particularly so this time after I unintentionally upset him. But more so for the fact that he just knows how to fix me and make me happy again; I guess he offers unconditional love in many respects and well, I just love him to bits for this and more, for all that he is, he's beautiful.

I asked my baby late afternoon, after we finished putting up the Christmas tree; and it was just so twee - I didn't mean for it to sound like an offer for a date, but that's how it sounded, to my baby anyway. It was like we had just starting seeing each other and I asked so politely and gingerly - would you like to go out for a meal with me tonight? I don't know, it was just how I phrased the question but it brought a smile to my baby's face and he said it reminded him of when we first started seeing each other properly; when I was real shy and coy. My baby says I still am in many respects, just not as bad, he finds it a very attractive trait so I hope I don't lose it - I'm sure I won't. I'm glad to report my baby accepted my dinner date and he duly phoned up the Taurus Bar in the gay village to book a table as we figured it would be real busy being a Saturday night so close to Christmas.

It's been quite a while since we've been out to the gay village and despite us not being hardcore party animals we've missed it; it's just somewhere we can go and act without hesitation, let our guard down completely and show our love for each other. We both also associate the village with good times, weekends of fun, laughter and drunken antics; a place to go to really let your hair down and forget all your woes - it is a Saturday night destination. To be honest I told my baby earlier in the week when I was feeling distinctly unhappy that I wanted to go out and get absolutely blitzed over the weekend. That was then.............

There didn't appear to be any need to have booked a table, the place was kind of quiet - it wasn't dead but just steady, pretty much like a weekday night; it surprised us as we both thought the place would be heaving. Not that it mattered, there was still a real pleasant but lively atmosphere regardless; and as it was just about the two of us we found it all rather romantic. The waiting staff were stars as always, friendly, funny and attentive without being overbearing; I mean if you want a chat and a joke with them they'll happily oblige but if you want to be left alone they'll just go about their business.

We both had Chicken Tikka kebabs to start and I plumbed for the fillet steak for main course whilst my baby went for the mixed grill; and that's where the fun started. I've never seen a plate crammed with so much food, seriously it was immense; it could have fed the entire restaurant. My baby's eyes lit up and my jaw dropped when they brought out his main course, I just sat there laughing telling my baby he would never eat it all; I mean there was steak, sausage, black pudding, lamb, mushrooms, tomatoes and chips. It looked awesome, seriously awesome and I know my baby likes his food but still I wasn't expecting him to finish it all off, so guess what? Yes, he clears the plate, I kid you not he ate the lot; I thought I could eat but dear me, it was like a Guinness book of world records achievement - I was more engrossed in watching my baby eat his meal then I was in eating mine. So much so that when the waiter came back I asked if my baby could have a medal for eating it all; and despite us all laughing I was being serious. To top it off my baby asked to see the dessert menu, I thought the waiter was going to pass out and I didn't think my baby would be able to get up out the chair, I told him if he ate anymore he'd need a hydraulic jack to prise him out. He replied by saying he needed all the red meat to replenish his protein levels because they'd been drained into me - I know you can't take us anywhere and expect us not to lower the tone! In the end my baby didn't have a dessert, he shared mine, a winter fruit crumble with custard - it was heavenly; we sat there spoon feeding each other across the table. Oh gosh it was just so beautiful in its tweeness; I absolutely adore being so romantic, it just makes my heart sing and to find a guy with whom I'm able to be my truest self and who encourages and loves me for it, well there are no words, none.

The going getting blitzed notion went out of the window, my mood had changed dramatically since I made that statement earlier in the week and it had changed even further as the night went on. I was just so relaxed and carefree, I didn't need any wild partying or overindulgent drinking to make me happy because I couldn't have been happier; I paid for the meal amongst much protest and we relocated to the basement lounge. We smooched on the dance floor, we kissed, we lost and found ourselves in each others eyes................