My first three dates with John are probably the most romantic things I've ever experienced.
Date #1: Meeting face to face for the first time a little after midnight on April 25th 2008. We ended up at Denny's, sitting across from each other wearing goofy grins and picking at but not actually eating apple pie ala mode. We talked until 5 am. I didn't kiss him goodbye, I was to chicken.
Date #2: The following night, riding on the back of his motorcycle up to a little bar on the St. Johns River. I held him so tight, my head resting on his shoulder... I can remember smelling the skin on his neck. We didn't say much. Didn't need to. This time, when the date came to an end, I let him kiss me goodbye. It was, without a doubt, the best kiss I've ever experienced.
Date #3: He surprised me by driving us to the beach. We found an abandoned lifeguard stand, climbed up into it and sat looking at the stars and listening to the waves. I remember draping my legs over his, kind of half sitting in his lap. I knew I loved him that night and I knew he felt the same. It was just too soon to say the words.
I've searched a long time for this one.
I am a very lucky woman.
What are your romantic memories?