New Year’s Snooze

It was New Year’s Eve and I had a date with a handsome retired multi-millionaire. He had made his millions young and had sold his healthcare company by the time he was around 40.

We start the evening at a local brewery restaurant for prime rib and a baked potato. Very delicious but way too much food. The restaurant was packed but they knew him well so they had saved him a really good table.

After dinner, we were going to the movies to see the latest Star Wars. I was excited because I’m a bit of a nerd. Luckily, the movie theater was right next door. How convenient.

So we walk over to the theaters and it was lightly misting out with a little chill in the air.

We find our seats in the theater and the previews start. I’m curled up next to him, trying to get warm. He has his arms wrapped around me and rubbing my shoulders. Very sweet.

The movie begins and it starts out strong.

And that is all I remember. I fell asleep and I’m pretty sure I was snoring.

Rogue Rose

Liquid Courage

There is rarely an occasion when I turn down sushi. Those beautiful colorful rolls of yumminess are always a delight. Plus there is a great upscale sushi restaurant in Orange County called Riptide. This is not a hole in the wall diamond in the rough. This is fusion sushi at its best.

So my date tells me to meet him there in front of the fish tank. That is something I never understood. A fish tank in a seafood restaurant. Do you put a ranch in the middle of steak house? Or a farm in a burger joint?

Regardless, I show up all pretty. We get seated in a half moon booth. I order a key lime martini and he gets a gin and tonic. We also order the Philadelphia roll (my fave) and a ceviche inspired roll, plus something else to share. It was a lot of sushi.

When the food arrives, I can tell my date is feeling a little loose. He starts to hand feed me a sushi roll. Honestly, I was a little surprised but I go with it. Maybe he was trying to be romantic or maybe he was trying to get me to shut up and eat. Either way, it was kinda odd. I am capable of using chopsticks myself, while not masterfully….it is still effective. I won’t starve.

So my date is now on his second gin and tonic…or maybe 3rd or 4th. I really don’t know how many he had before I arrived. He is feeling pretty good.

And then it happens. He grabs a boob.

him: “they are so big and fluffy like pillows”

I just sit there looking around to make sure nobody just saw that. Usually in dating, you stop to savor each base or at least go through them quickly. He stole a few bases.

He certainly had liquid courage.

Rogue Rose

Murky Waters

It was a gorgeous day down at Dana Point Harbour. The boats were in their slips and people were out drinking coffee and walking their adorable puppers.

I said yes to a cup of tea and a walk along the harbour. Personally, I like reading the names of boats and wondering what their owners were thinking when they came up with them.

Wet dream

Dream Weaver


She Got the House

Ok, well some are pretty self-explanatory. So I met this somewhat goofy man.

him: “So I was arrested after all of my marijuana dispensaries were raided and I spent a million dollars on lawyer fees.”

Really? That is how you want to start the date? Full disclosure.

I understand it’s legal today in California but it wasn’t during the time of this date. In fact, my date boasted about it rather loudly that all of the coffee patrons could hear him crystal clearly.

Then the paranoia set in. People were watching him. He was getting wide-eyed and very concerned. He informed me he is still watched by the man and was concerned he would be poisoned.

him: “Does this coffee taste funny to you?”

me: “Well you did add 7 packets of sugar.”

him: “It still tastes bitter. I should go. Don’t drink your coffee.”

me: “I got tea.”

him: “Oh that’s better because it’s from the Earth.”

me: “Umm….nevermind.”

And off he ran. The marijuana paranoid kingpin.

Rogue Rose

Moroccan You Not

So I have a favorite restaurant in Orange County called Marrakesh. It’s this sexy morrocan restaurant where you sit in velvet tents and where dining is a delectable experience of a tantalizing dance of spices and flavors. Well except for the bread made of anise. Not a fan of that.

So my date takes me to my favorite restaurant and while it’s not going to be a cheap date for him, I chose to wear a dusty blue dress that basically puts my DDs on display. I’m covered, but there is ample cleavage that could make the bellydancer jealous.

Let’s just say I was grateful. Gratitude is a good thing.

So we are sitting on a little couch under the tent with various other couples.

A man sitting across at another table is GLUED to my chest. I noticed but disregarded. I’m focused on my date. My date is focused on him and he isn’t thrilled.

Now, this isn’t a one course kinda restaurant. It’s various salads, lentil soup, the most delicious cinnamon and powered sugar chicken pastry, the main course and then baklava with honey sweetened mint tea.

So two hours of my date being upset is not an understatement.

Dinner was yummy though…

Rogue Rose