Chapter 30

As we walk out the front door, I see he does have his truck.
I make sure my door is locked as we walk down to where he is
parked, he opens the passenger side door for me and lets me
in. Good lord where have you been hiding at Mr. Perfect I
think to myself. I really had no idea that there were really
guys like this left in the world anymore. I thought those
were just chivalry that was used in the romance movies and
novels, but not found in real life now a days. I immediately
thank him and flash him a smile, as he sends me his little
grin and winks at me as he takes the sunglasses off the top of
his head and puts them on. I feel my insides flutter at that
sexy ass gesture, oh my God, take me, take me now I think.
He slides in next to me looks over at me and says, “Sophie, I
just want to tell you that you look amazing today and that I
am so glad you said that you would be able to go out with me.
I was so worried that I would never see you again, and I
really didn’t want that to happen.” He looks me dead in the
eyes as he states this, and I am a full believer that there
are not too many people who can look a person in the eyes when
they lie to you. But there is always that one person with the
special gift for deception, so he may be one of those gifted
people I think, trying to save myself from falling to my
death.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just laugh and say, “me
too.” I hope that he makes this easier for me, he must stop
doing things that I have no idea how to react to. I have no
experience with men like this and I am a total idiot because I
don’t know what to do in response to all this attention and
romantic shit. Oh, trust me I am loving it, but he is making
me look like an airhead that doesn’t know how to go on a date.
I mean come on I put his gorgeous roses in a plastic pitcher
on top of my refrigerator, what the fuck is that.
He begins to pull out of the parking place, as I dig my
sunglasses out of my purse and set them on my nose. I look
over at him and just study that perfect face of his, God is

this really happening I think or am I just in one of my
realistic dreams. I put my hand on my arm and pinch myself,
it hurts I don’t wake up, so it must be real, wow I think this
is amazing.
He must see me looking at him out of the corner of his eye,
because as we stop for a red light he looks over at me and
asks, “are you okay? I was waiting for you to say something I
seen you look over at me, but you didn’t, and you just were
looking at me with that concerned look on your face. You
don’t have to worry Sophie I am not a serial killer, or a
person escaped from prison, you are safe with me. I promise
you that, I would never hurt you.”
I feel like such a dork now and think why you were just
sitting there staring at the guy, he probably thinks you are
the serial killer or escaped from somewhere. I try to make a
save, “I’m sorry Warren, I just can’t believe I am actually
here with you and we are really going out on a date. You
really shocked me when you came with those beautiful flowers,
and then held the door for me. It’s like I mentioned to you
on the phone last night, I have had bad experiences with men
and dates and you are just so totally different. It’s nice to
see that there are still gentlemen in this world and that they
aren’t all extinct.”
He chuckles and tells me about his upbringing and that he was
taught from early on to be respectful and always treat a woman
right. His family life growing up seemed to be one that
included lots of love and respect and was about treating
others with the golden rule, treat others the way you want to
be treated. I smile at that because that is exactly how I am,
I totally believe that you should treat people the way that
you want them to treat you. The only problem in my case is I
found all the wrong assholes who did not agree with that. The
assholes that were all about themselves and what it was that
they wanted, fuck everyone else was their motto.

He let’s me know that if I am ok with it, that we will stop by
a local bakery and grab a bagel and something to drink and
then we will be on our way. He informs me that the first
surprise he has planned for me is a trip to a horse farm up
the line. He told me that when I said how much I loved
animals that this place he had seen online once before came
into his mind. He was hoping that I would like that idea and
continued to tell me how this place is situated in the country
with open fields and some areas of woods that they allow you
to go on horseback through the trails. I could not contain my
excitement when he told me about this little adventure, I
explained how much I have always loved horses, and how I
always wanted to go horseback riding but never got the chance
to do so. I reached over and gave him a quick kiss on his
cheek and thanked him, I think that the kiss on the cheek
caught him off guard, I see a little flush cross his cheeks as
he looks at me and smiles.
We arrive at the horse farm, and it is everything that I
imagined it would be, it is in the middle of nowhere. There
are acres of land that surround the farm, open fields and
woods with trails that you can see winding through the
property. We go and fill out the necessary paperwork, and
sign a release form, just in case I fall off my horse and get
paralyzed I will not turn around and sue them. I think about
it and worry a little bit, but one look at the horse the will
be given me a 2 hour plus ride and all worries are forgotten.
We have a wonderful time, I thank Warren a million times for
bringing me here and tell him that this has been a dream come
true and that I don’t know how to show him how grateful I am
for this trip. From there he heads off into this quaint little
town and pulls into a parking lot.
He announces, “this is stop two for today, I hope you feel
lucky Sophie.” He looks at me and says, “I hope you brought
your game today because I will be a tough competitor for you
to beat.”

I am at a total loss because I have no idea what in the hell
he is talking about, so I say, “ok I will bite. What game are
you going to make it tough for me to beat you at?” He gives
me that dazzling Warren smile and proudly announces, “bowling,
we are going to go bowling for a few sets.” I am happy to
come back with, “well you will more than likely whip my ass
and hand it back to me. I am not the best bowler out there,
but I’m not too shabby either.” I chuckle and admit, “I have
actually noticed though that I tend to bowl better after I
have a few drinks in me, I often wondered if that means that I
am normally crooked and when I drink it straightens me out.”
He comes around the truck and opens my door and holds my hand
as I jump out of the truck. We are laughing and chatting away
as we enter the local bowling alley. It is not a big place,
it fits this little town well. It looks like they have not
upgraded anything since the 70’s but it doesn’t matter, not
when I am in the company of this sexy man. As I think this
will give me the opportunity to study his form as he is up
bowling.