Alice and I had known each other for a few years casually. I finally got up the nerve to ask her out for Valentine’s Day and braced myself for what seemed like an inevitable rejection.
“I’m going to be out of town for Valentine’s Day. Sorry.”
Sure. Well, at least you tried to let me off easy. Thanks anyway.
“But if you’re willing to break tradition, I’ll still be around the day before Valentine’s Day.”
A Forgotten Unforgettable Walk
Being a poor college student without a car I had learned my lesson about walking on a date: it can be an absolute disaster. A cold, silent walk isn’t the best way to start things off, and more than one date was over before it began because of an icy conversation.
Well, this wasn’t one of those walks.
To this day, I have no idea what we talked about, but I remember how it felt: Warm.
I’ve heard conversations described as warm before, but I had never taken it literally. We were bundled up and it was below-freezing, but I never felt cold. Later I asked her if she was cold and she said, “Cold? It was unnaturally warm for February.” Well, no, Idaho doesn’t get warm in February, but a great conversation sure made it seem that way.
I was already smitten when we sat down for dinner. When I’m smitten, even the smallest things make deep impressions on me. That night, we had a steak dinner, and the waiter came to ask us what we wanted for dessert (by the way, you want great service for a Valentine’s Day dinner out? Go the day before Valentine’s Day. We basically had the restaurant all to ourselves). Alice studied the menu intently.
She pointed at a picture of a rich chocolate cake. “Wanna share it?”
How could I refuse?
I have been out with women who refused dessert because they were “Watching their figures.” Here, a woman who was attractive and fit was willing to indulge in something deliciously unhealthy. She didn’t count calories in front of me or wonder out loud how she was going to burn it off. Her confidence was extremely attractive.
There was no grand gesture or fabulous gift that night. Only a warm walk and great cake. Now, we only celebrate Valentine’s Day on February 13th.
Labels: A Cake Love Story