With Molly's one liners and after a few discussions, I thought this had to be done. Please R & R.
Autopsy of a first date.
I'd blown quite a bit of money for our first proper date. Didn't think 'Topshop' would have been a good option, so had gone to 'Reiss' and splashed out a bit on a really lush dress.
After the crack the Boss had made about stilettos that first day at Bastion, I'd thought about wearing a cheap white pair, but didn't want to show him or myself up. He'd told me the name of the restaurant he'd booked and I'd googled it and it looked well proper. It's not as if I'm skint. I've got 14 grand in the bank so went the whole 9 yards and got some really wicked shoes.
I'm glad I made the effort, walking into that place, I was really nervous, but looking as I did, I didn't feel out of place.
The Boss, sorry Charles, got to get used to calling him that, looked gorgeous in civvies. The limp was so cute, but to see him walking was wonderful.
The place was a bit better than the places I been to before. A lot better really, not gonna look at a Harvester as being a posh place anymore.
He did the whole gentleman thing, asking if he should order for me.
The food was to die for, if we could have had that at the FOB, I might have agreed with Mansfield about staying there.
When Charles kissed my hand it was a bit like one of those old movies that they put on the tele on a Sunday afternoon. I made some crack about wiping food on my hand to cover my nervousness.
We chatted about everything and anything. At one point I thought he'd changed his mind about us until he told me he loved me. That threw me a bit. Everything had seemed possible in Afghanistan, but back here, well, I thought this was the kiss off. Then, he'd said the house was empty. I had actually booked a Travelodge. My overnight bag was there and I'd used it to get ready. It was also a backup if today had gone all wrong. I know we'd said at the hospital that nothing stood in our way anymore, but phone calls and text messages just don't cut it.
When we walked up to his parent's house I could have slapped him. An old house he'd said, not a soddin' mansion. When we walked into the hallway, I could hear the theme tune from 'The Omen' running through my head. That's one staircase you would break your neck on. It turns out his family has owned the house for donkeys. It's held in some sort of family trust. Something to do with inheritance tax, whatever that bollocks is.
The look he gave me as he walked up the stairs was well hot. We didn't speak as we went upstairs, we didn't need to.
In his room I suddenly felt shy. Previous blokes it's been a bit wham bam but with the Boss, can't get my head around the name Charles yet, it was, well, I can't describe it.
I'm not going to go into any details, just let me say this, I'm gonna have a shit eating grin on my face forever. The most embarrassing thing was though, I screamed Boss as I came. Mortified. Charles, got to try and call him that, thought it hilarious.
As we lay there after cuddling, I admitted I'd booked a Travelodge anyways and later, much later we went and got my bag. Wasn't really much point in fetching it, we didn't leave the house.
I spent 2 days down in Bath, before coming home. I'm going to meet his parents when they get back from Lake Garda. Gonna have to look up where it is an' all that.
I've just texted him that Smurf's here. I'll call him later to tell him what we've been up to.