Chapter 7: The Big Date
Jerome:
I was lying on my bed, looking at Esme's phone number and trying to decide if I should call her today or wait to call her tomorrow. If I call her now, I might annoy her because I just talked to her this morning, but if I don't call her today, she might get mad at me for not calling sooner. I finally decided to pick up the phone and call her. The phone rang five times before Esme answered it.
"Hello? Who is this?" Esme said.
"Hi Esme. This is Jerome," I said.
Oh! Hi Jerome. How are you?" she said.
"I'm doing fine. So, what's up?"
"Nothing much. I just got out of the shower. That's why it took me so long to answer the phone," Emse replied.
"Oh. Well, I wish I could be there with you," I said, not realizing that I just said that out loud.
"Do you wish you could be here with me because you enjoy spending time with me or just because you want to see me soaking wet and wearing nothing but a towel," Esme said.
"Because I enjoy spending time with you," I said as I was imagining how Esme would look soaking wet and wearing nothing but a towel. "So how was work today?"
"It was okay," she replied. "Do you ever get lonely living all by yourself in your big penthouse?"
"Yes, I usually feel lonely all the time."
"Well, maybe I could come visit you sometime."
"Yeah, maybe," I said. "Esme, do you have any plans for Friday night?"
"No," Esme replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner Friday."
"I would love to go out with you Friday!" she said. "So, what time are you going to picking me up at?"
"At seven o' clock," I said.
"Okay," Esme said. "Well, I have to go. Bye Jerome."
"Bye Esme," I said before hanging up the phone.
Friday night...
Finally, the big night is here! Tonight I had my date with Esme. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before I left. I grabbed the roses that I bought for her and the paper with the directions to Esme's apartment before I left the house. I got into my car and started driving to Esme's place. Ten minutes later, I was there. I rang the doorbell to her apartment and started waiting for her. I was begining to feel a little nervous. What if something went wrong? What if Esme rejects me at the end of the date? But, when Esme opened the door, all my worries and nervousness went away.
"Hello Jerome," Esme said to me, smiling. Esme looked very beautiful tonight. She was wearing a red dress that had a long slit on the side and a black feather boa around her neck.
"Hi Esme. You look very beautiful tonight," I said, and then handed her the roses. "These are for you. I hope you like them."
"I love roses," Esme said. "Thank you."
I took Esme's hand, and we went to my car and I started driving to the restaurant. After we ate our steak dinner and shared a piece of cake for dessert, we left the restaurant and went to my penthouse.
"This is a very smashing apartment!" Esme said as we walked into my penthouse apartment.
"Do you want me to give you a tour of the apartment?" I asked her.
"Sure," she said.
After I gave her a tour of the penthouse, we sat in one of the living rooms in the penthouse and talked while drinking some wine.
"So, are you enjoying our date so far?" I asked Esme.
"Yes, especially since I'm with you," Esme said, moving closer to me.
"I enjoy being with you too," I said , and then Esme kissed me. I was a little suprised at first because I wasn't expecting it. It felt wonderful having her soft lips on mine. It was a perfect kiss. Esme started to unbutton my shirt, but then I stopped her.
"Wait Esme. Stop," I said to her.
"What? Why do you want me to stop?" she asked me, with a suprised expression on her face.
"Because, I'm not ready for this. This is only our first date. And besides, I don't plan on having sex till marrige," I explained to her.
"Oh. That's okay," she said, and then she put her arm around me and layed her head on my shoulder. "Do you love me Jerome?"
"Yes, I do sweetie," I replied.
"I love you too," Esme said. "When I first meet you, I knew you were the perfect guy for me. You are so nice, romantic, and handsome. I think we are perfect for each other. So perfect that I think we should get married!"
"What? Don't you think that we should go on a few more dates before even considering marriege?" I asked her, with a suprised expression on my face.
"Why wait all those months when we could get married next week?" she asked me.
"I don't know. We just meet each other a few days ago," I replied. "And besides, I don't even have and engagement ring to give you."
"You could get me an engagement ring tomorrow," she replied. "I know we just meet each other, but we do love each other and enjoy spending time with each other."
"Well, I don't want to argue with you but.."
"Then don't argue," Esme said, and then she kissed me.
"I guess we could get married next week," I said.
"Next week would be perfect," she said.
At the end of this date, I thought that me and Esme would end up being boyfried and girlfirend, but I never, not even in my dreams, thought that we would become husband and wife.
