In my post, I indicated that my fiancƩ and I had been friends for a long time before I sought to take our relationship to a new level. Our feelings were no longer platonic. We were falling in love.
I invited him to my home for an intimate dinner for two. It was very romantic. There were flowers everywhere, I wore blue silk. We ate in the dining room, set with the family China, crystal, and silver. My great grandmotherās linen tablecloth. Candles. I served him lamb tagine with olives and
apricots. Peach pie for dessert. He brought wine. After dinner, I played the piano for him, romantic love songs. Then, we played music from my collection of Latin dance music and danced. He does a fine rhumba. The champagne flowed, I told him he had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever
seen. I told him he took my breath away, and that he had seduced me with his incredible mind. I spoke of my growing feelings, and the passion I felt. I asked him to be with me that night. He agreed, and a year later, here we are. Engaged, and very happy.