The Date - Part 2: The Dinner.

It wasn't until we reached the Sg Wang parking and got out of the car that I could truly feed my eyes on her. She was wearing a plain black sleeveless top, the color of the black matched her hair to perfection. Covering her slender legs from her waist down was a white a-little-pass-knee length dress with patterns of roses embedded sparingly around. It was a nice night, clear skies and the lot. I escorted her to Swenson's and we occupied a table almost at the far end corner for a guaranteed privacy. She was inquisitive and curious on why I had chosen Swenson's. I replied by looking right into her eyes and smiled. Knowing in my mind that she was having a tough period of time at work and that somehow I knew a little ice cream would cheer her up. But I told her what my mind spoke, not by the words that came out of my lips, but with a warm smile and purposeful eyes.

The conversation throughout dinner was pretty blatant. We pretty much covered the economics on how her fish fillet tasted and why my beef burger was way out of proportion compared to the picture on the menu. We also covered the going ons at work and how she was having a hard time dealing with the problems at EON. Every time we delve into work topics, I have this irresistible urge to transform into the knight in shining armor, to become her savior, her superman. I would ask for a transfer from my boss. I would tell him I wanna take up the task of the fucked up IPCC system and I would go into EON and solve every goddamn problem there is to solve. She would see me as her hero and fall truly, deeply, madly in love with me. Then to my despair, reality caught up to the moment and my bubble of thought poof-ed away like cigarette smoke. I must be truly, madly, deeply going insane.