I sat on the patio of one of his bedroom upstairs and stared up at the clear blue sky. The moonlight was beautiful. Its luminosity was reflected on the verdant grass with speckles of dew that shone like crystals on the ground. I stare out to the ocean and it looked halfway between silver and moving glass. It was beautiful.  The cool December wind caressed my Goosebump riddled skin. It was a beautiful night to ring in the year 2010.

                I sat on the patio as my prince charming waltz into the room. He looked handsome and dapper in his jeans and t-shirt. His blue eyes looked very pale in the moonlight. as he asked me if I wanted a glass of wine.  I looked at him with deep feminine admiration. It felt nice to be with a man for once and do not feel my skin crawl or as if I am being pressured into doing something I did not want to do.

              He poured wine into my glass and we sat. Our discussion spanned wide and far, we discussed social commentaries, current affairs and international interest.  He was interested in my intellect, he asked my opinions and he supported my inputs while adding his ideologies to it.

              He had a delectable sense of humor. I felt safe with him and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was wealthy and lived in a gated community overlooking the sea. I just felt as if I could trust him. He had always made me feel as if we have known each other forever. In short he made a very simple occasion very special. He is as good as they come.

        As I sat and cogitated on this exotic male specimen whose beautiful bedroom had me conjuring thoughts that are not fit for a journal.  Those beautiful blue eyes, perfect creamy complexion and sexy bow legs would drive any woman into a world of sensuous thoughts. 

         Dinner was delightful. He cooked a lovely Jamaican tripe and butter bean with seasoned rice. It was a  sumptuous meal. He was handsome, successful and he cooked. It could not get any better than this.

            He told me I would be pampered and that was exactly what happened. I was pampered and showered in wine until 2010 at 12 midnight.  We retired to bed at 1 am January 01, 2010. I snuggled into his beautiful arms and he asked me to cuddle up to him. He massaged my hands in circular motions and Just before I closed my eyes he kissed my forehead.  I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up an hour later to his snores as he slept soundly. It was the best New Years Eve.