There is always a gameplan on getting date ready. Shower, expert contouring of the face, the right ensemble, perfect shoes and a snack. Especially if it’s a late dinner. Late for me is anything after 6:30pm. Yea I know what you are thinking, early bird special, but a girl has to sleep, right? So I’m meeting this gentleman for the first time. Dreamy, single dad. All of the text leading up to this first meet-greet, is intense. The man has passion and I’m enthralled. So dinner is at 6:45 at a little Mexican restaurant that overlooks Huntington Beach’s coastline. And what do I do? I grabbed a bowl of cereal before because I don’t want to be hangry. Raisin Bran. Not my first choice and not a very good pre-dinner snack so I look dainty while eating.

Date is going well. I’m picking at my tequila glazed salmon agave, and my stomach starts to rumble. Oh no. Gasp. It’s gas. Thank goodness my plate didn’t come with beans or else I would be apologizing to my date from inside a bathroom stall. Now he wants dessert. I can do this. I can literally hold in my flatulence until the date is over.

So after he has paid (yes, I don’t pay for dates….if they ask, they are paying) he mentions he would like to go walk on the pier. Wonderful I think, it will be windy and I’ll probably spend my evening avoiding a Marilyn Monroe on a subway vent…unless it will score me a second date.

So as we are walking out of restaurant, Mr Dreamy Dad says he needs to take a pit stop at the bathroom. YES!

I walk into that ladies room and let it go. Almost felt lightheaded after that.

Needless to say, he is a great kisser and a complete gentleman. And I didn’t have to crop-dust the whole pier.

Rogue Rose