On the Perfect Romantic Weekend
I am continually amazed at the questions I get asked, online and offline. This was an offline question asked as part of a
conversation I was having with a lesbian friend.
First off, weekend needs a definition. I will define weekend as the period of time from 4:30 pm Friday afternoon-when I
get off work-to about 10 pm Sunday evening, when I have to turn in because I get up so stinking early on Monday.
Second of all, bear in mind that I am looking at this as me, living as a near or full time woman. Also bear in mind I have not
had laser hair treatments or anything like that as of this writing.
Finally, this also presumes I am unattached, for whatever reason.
So, after work, I'd go home and have a light snack. Then I'd take a hot bath, taking time to shave everything carefully and
completely. I would then shower off, and get into the blue spaghetti strap dress, do my makeup fully, do up my wig, and by
7 pm my date has come to get me. He has brought a dozen roses in a bouquet for me, and after placing them in a vase,
we proceed to dinner out. A nice, quiet, romantic place where he has thoughtfully asked for a booth away from the bulk of
the crowd.
After dinner, he takes me to a local club, and we dance for hours, more of a relaxed, romantic atmosphere. The house
band is playing standards. He might have a beer or two; I would probably have some plum wine or some sake. As we
dance, he whipsers sweet nothings in my ear. About 2:00 am or so, we leave the club, and as he takes me home, he is
playing with my left tit, fingering it, pulling at the nipple gently. I moan softly…he doesn't have to try too hard to turn me
on right now. Once back at my apartment, I invite him in….
Later on in the morning-say about 8:45 or so-I slip into my cami/kimono combination while my lover sleeps. I quietly
shave and fix some basic makeup and then fix our breakfast. I set the roses he so thoughtfully gave me on the table. At
9:30ish, he finally staggers out of the bedroom, and we sit down and eat, enjoying each other's company. Afterward, he
decides he needs to go home, change, and take care of a few things. I kiss him very firmly goodbye, and we end up doing
it again on the living room floor. He does finally get up and go, though, promising to be back about 2 pm or so.
I clean up the dishes, and spend the next 90 minutes doing my yoga and exercises. I then get into some grungy clothes
and clean the place up while I have time. It takes about 30 minutes. Then, stepping out of those, I take a short nap, then
get into some casual but comfy clothing.
He arrives a little early with a six-pack of beer, four wine coolers, and some snacks. We sit on the couch and watch
whatever sport is current until it is done, grazing as we watch. Afterward, we drive to the local nature preserve and walk
around for an hour or so, holding hands, occasionally kissing each other, walking with arms about each other's waist as
lovers do.
At that point, it is dinnertime. We go to someplace with some energy-his favorite steak house. He has a steak the size
of Rhode Island and an iced tea; I have a beef strip salad and a Diet Coke. The place is a little rowdy, but that's okay.
Over dinner, we decide to catch an early movie; there's one we both want to see playing and so we catch a 7:30 pm
showing. We sit in the back row, hold hands, snuggle, and occasionally play tongue tag while watching said movie. He
gets a little frisky and starts lightly fingering my boobs, and I ease a hand down to his crotch. Nothing too heavy, though.
The night is still young.
The movie lets out at 9, and we decide to go dancing. We stop by his place long enough for him to grab a change of
clothes, then it's back to my apartment where I touch up the shave, fix my makeup, and change into a short skirt and sling
top. He has on a polo shirt and clean slacks. He has also splashed some cologne on, my favorite…it's hard to keep my
hands off of him. We go to a different club tonight. There's more of a crowd, the place feels electric. The DJ is hot tonight,
and we dance easily until 2 am or so. He might have a beer, I would probably have a Pina Colada. And then…the drive
home. We start making out in the car as soon as the ignition is off, I can feel his hands all over me now, and I finally
convince him to step inside my apartment. Once in, I undo his fly, right in the hallway, and I am not sure the door is
completely closed but I don't care….
I awaken late today, still in his arms. I snuggle close to him, listening to his heart beat. I feel warm and safe. He finally
awakens and lets me go. I check the front door-closed and locked!-then go get cleaned up. After shaving, I put on a little
light makeup, adjust my wig, and put on some casual clothing, Today he surprises me: he takes me to a champagne
brunch. I pass on any champagne, but do enjoy the brunch. After we have both eaten way too much, we go for a drive in
the country. He has the CD player playing something softly in the background as we talk, and we finally end up over at
his place. I pull the sack containing the unopened beer, wine coolers, and snacks, and we watch some TV and just munch
for awhile. He decides he needs to go to the restroom, and while he is gone, jump out of my casual clothes into a slinky
little negligee I snuck in with me. He comes in, sees me standing there, seductively, and we end up in his bedroom for a
change, leaving clothing bits and a negligee strewn down the hall.
Now it's about 7:00 pm. Getting dressed, he takes me oh-so-grudgingly back to my apartment, as he needs to get a few
things done, as do I. Once there, I kiss him softly and tenderly at the door, not wanting this to end. He hands me a little
box, and inside is a necklace with a heart charm that has diamonds and sapphires on it. I kiss him again, more firmly this
time, and then grudgingly let him go. Once inside, I strip down to nothing and spend an hour doing yoga and meditation.
Afterward, I take a long, hot bath. I shave my legs and arms again-tomorrow is a work day, after all-and get into my
cami/kimono combo. There is a hint of his cologne on it. Picking up stray clothes, I toss them all in a hamper, clean the few
dishes in the sink-he has fed me well this weekend, my lover has-and after making sure that everything is lined up for work
in the morning, brew a cup of herbal tea and sit. I decide to journal for a few minutes, not wanting to forget a moment of this
wonderful weekend. Finally, about 9:45 or so, I check the news and weather online, and finally call it a night about 10.
There might be a few other items here and there, and I might add them as I think about them. Still…wouldn't that be a nice
weekend?
