Romantic Words Never Sounded So Sweet

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Romantic words never sounded so sweet.... as when they were uttered by Cade Masters.

When readying oneself for a first “real” date, one must consider a number of things. One must… oh forget that – let’s talk about this in ‘me-tense’! “Me” is going on the first real date with Cade tonight! I am experiencing breathlessness, dizziness, an accelerated heart beat, weak knees and the overwhelming need to sit on the toilet. I am either overly excited about this hot, love rendezvous or suffering from cardiac arrhythmia and leaky gut syndrome. I feel like I’ve taken one of those mystery medicines with wicked side effects that far outweigh the afflicting ailment, featured on the elusive T.V. commercials with people kayaking and smiling at children. I stand in my double-long closet staring at my plastic shoe-boxes; organized first by color and then by heel height, and my neat rows of outfits organized first by day or night wear and then by color – and realize I have absolutely nothing to wear! What was I thinking? Why didn’t I go shopping today on my lunch break and select the perfect dress – casual enough to emote cool confidence but sexy enough to portray my inner Aphrodite? Why? Why! Whyyyy- Oooh wait, this could work.

What if I take a night-wear skirt, the black semi-mini with the uber-high-waist, and couple it with a silk day blouse; the royal blue one with the pearl buttons. This could work with very sheer, black stockings and the right shoes. The golden rule for appropriate date wear is, “flaunt one thing at a time”. If one opts to show one’s cleavage – one must wear conservative bottoms. If one opts to show leg, one must conceal cleavage. (Sorry, slipped into one-ness again.) I opt to flaunt my gams because Cade actually commented on the length of them – I do believe he’s a leg man.

Now for the shoes… this selection is paramount to a successful night. The heel height is important for two reasons: comfort and confidence. My comfort, his confidence. Flats must be worn if the plans include major walking about town or if your date is the same height. I was going to add, “or shorter”, but let’s face it – I don’t date “or shorter”. And with Cade I have no restrictions. I know he will be considerate and drop me at the door and he stands about six inches taller than me – I can wear any of the shoes in my closet and he will still tower! (Except, perhaps, for the thigh-high stripper boots I bought for the erotica ball two years ago with the seven inch platforms. I’m taller than the entire male population when I sport those.)

After careful consideration and trying on four different pairs of black pumps, I selected the perfect pair by Chloe with the ankle straps and chrome buckle. “Me” looks fabulous! Final touches; hold up several pairs of earrings to the side of my head to see which lure looks best, try on three different lengths of chain and pendant, don bangles, bracelets, and designer watches, and when it’s perfect – take off one piece. Less is more, more or less. And the coup-de-gras; the shpritz of real perfume betwixt my breasts for extended wafting. I love it when a man huffs my wafts.

Cade arrives on my door-step at exactly the suggested hour and when I opened the door – that arrhythmic leaky gut kicked in again. He was radiant. He flashed me that smile, hugged me close, huffed my hair, and pulled back to look me over. He shook his head as if in disbelief and released a “Wow!”. Then he uttered those three little romantic words every woman yearns to hear from her beloved…

“Love your shoes!”