When Tuesday evening came around I prepped what I could for dinner, so it just needed to be thrown into the oven, and I started running a bath. I threw in a little bit of every delicious smelling product I could find, a bath fizzer, essential oils, a couple of those hotel sized bubble baths, and an extra bath fizzer for good measure. Whilst the bubbles grew out of control I lit a dozen candles and placed them about the bath - because if you're going to do something do it right - and finally it was time to get into the aromatic tub so I could bathe by candlelight... But not before I popped a bottle of champagne, because a girls gots to be fancy like that.
After soaking in the many perfumed products that laced the water for a few minutes the phone rang - I did not answer it - I smiled to myself and took a sip of champagne. Time passed by and I didn't have a care in the world. I had drank a couple glasses by the time I finally emerged from the water allowing the blissfulness to drain away; I was somewhat lightheaded, but it felt amazing, and I smelt like a florist. After drying off I threw on my nighty and floated downstairs to stuff a couple mushrooms and add them to the oven with the sweet potato chips, but not before I poured another champagne - Thou shalt not be wasteful... Once dinner was cooked, I sat down and ate it whilst watching the underrated comedy that is 'Slackers' - both the meal and the movie were awesome.
When I went to bed on this particular Tuesday evening, I realised I had just had the perfect date night. A candlelit bath, a home cooked meal, AND a funny film - had I just become some kind of romantic? And with this notion in mind a warm and cheeky smile spread over my face, and I couldn't help but whisper 'I love you', before breaking into laughter and sprawling out like a ballerina mid-leap in my bed.
I slept better that night than I had in a long time.
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