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Romance. A feeling of mystery? The sense of excitement? The promise of love?

Survey a thousand people and ask what romance means to them and you'll hear a thousand different similes. Is romance a medieval tale based on legend? Chivalric love and adventure, ethereal or the supernatural? Perhaps a prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place and usually heroic, adventurous, or mysterious? Could romance merely be a love story especially in the form of a novel? Is it a class of literature? Does romance exaggerate or invent detail or incident? Can romance be a need to entertain romantic thoughts or ideas? Surely romance tries to influence or curry favor with another by lavishing personal attention, gifts or flattery?

What if in its simplistic form romance is to carry on a love affair with another? Romance is an attraction or appeal to our emotions, a love story. Hopeless romantics have spent their lives searching for the feeling that romance stirs in us all. Like everything else there are synonyms for romance. Amour, fling, love, love affair, affair. These words spur others. Intrigue, liaisons, dalliance, hanky panky, attachment, infatuation, entanglement, flirtation, passion, seduction, erotic thoughts. In the end, it's all about sex, isn't it? Or is it all about falling in love?

Let me define falling in love as well as I can, from my perspective, so we know what we're talking about. One person finds himself/herself excited and preoccupied with someone else and desirous of touching that person and being with that person as much as possible. That strong physical attraction usually includes sexual feelings. There's a frequent desire to share thoughts and experiences, even trivial experiences.

It's a headlong, pleasurable feeling that, everyone seems to agree, colors judgment so that the loved person is not seen clearly. Vague fantasies of a dramatic nature enter the lover's thoughts. The rest of life fades a little behind this dramatic daydream. It's as if there's a magnetic attraction to the other person that transcends rational thought. It's so powerful that, like other powerful feelings, such as grief, it seems to the affected person that it will last forever. This is the sort of thing people write songs about.

What does it take to fall in love? Very little, obviously. I think it's also obvious that falling in love has little to do with the person who is loved. It has to do with the person who is falling in love. Even then, it's a matter of timing and circumstances. Two people may meet each other--and pass by each other, only to meet again later and fall in love—but beyond that it can't be explained. For the lover's falling in love it doesn't need an explanation.

So, how long does it take to fall in love?

Each year on February 14th, St. Valentine's Day, romance takes centerstage. Since the High Middle Ages this day has been associated with a tradition of courtly love. We exchange cards, candy, gifts or flowers with our "Valentine." This day also inspires thoughts and images of erotic sensual as amateurseite.blog website.The word "Valentine" evolved because many Saints were named Valentinus and the day was set aside to honor Christian Saints. Imagine a holy day that conjures thoughts of torrid seduction, sinful lingerie, long stemmed roses and luxurious boxes of decadent chocolate confections that is so far removed from religious ideology that it could be considered a pagan holiday? Our modern interpretation of St. Valentine's Day would surely be considered sacrilege by those Holy men who believed it would always be a day to honor. The desire to romance another is honorable, isn't it?

Long before the spirit of Christmas disappears from retail shelves, our homes and memories, everything crimson and heart shaped takes up residence all over the commercial world. Little tiny heart shaped sweets with sentiments of love appear for us to reminisce back to being five years old and deciding who you want to "Be Mine" or giggle when you see "I Love You" on a small candy heart that was gifted to you in complete anonymity. We grow up searching for, waiting for that love. Restless dreams keep us believing that romance is just a heartbeat away. In the end, perhaps it's in the obscure fleeting wink of an eye?

Happenstance found me in a very well-known bookstore selecting Valentine's Day cards for some very special people I adore, not in the romantic vain. It was just after noon and surprisingly, with the celebration of romance only a few days away this display of cards was still brimming, chock full with every choice imaginable. With our progressive means of interaction with others seemingly now solely dependent on electronic mode, cards have become an old-fashioned, almost obsolete tradition.

I'm a woman who dwells in an oddly old-fashioned mindset. Customs, tradition and ritual bring me a sense of belonging to the past when life was simpler and kinder.

"Excuse me, maybe you could help me?"

Looking up from my task at hand I saw a rather tall older gentleman with a look of sheer confusion on his face. Obviously perplexed and puzzled.

"I'm trying to find a card that's appropriate for my seven-year-old great granddaughter and I'm not sure exactly what that means anymore."

Smiling I could sense his bewilderment. These days nothing was unpretentious.

"Well let's see if we can simplify it for you."

"There's nothing simple any more. You used to be able to walk into a card shop, pick out a card that said what you felt and you were done. Now, there's so many hidden meanings that although I'm thinking it says you're my sunshine, what it really says is climate change is a hoax!"

We both chuckled. He had a happy laugh.

"My wife used to do all this, I lost her about a four ago, and I'm kind of lost here." "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm confident between the both of us we can find exactly what you're looking for. My name is Eliana MacMillan, Eli to my friends. Since we're about to embark on a very personal endeavor together we should consider ourselves friends not merely acquaintances."

He smiled. Nice smile I thought.

"Hello Eli, nice to have a friend in these trying moments. I'm John Shelton, John to my friends." He walked to me and offered his hand. Old fashioned thoughtful respect. The quietness in his voice suggested to me that he was breathing a sigh of relief that what may have appeared an insurmountable mission was swiftly becoming a pleasant undertaking.

"Alright John, you said she's seven?"

"Yes, loves cats and dogs."

"She's a girl after my own heart. You said she's your sunshine?"

"Yep, she's my ray of light in a sometimes-dismal world. Sorry, that sounds so ominous. It's been a tough few years and she, her name is Julia, she has a laugh that tickles me no matter what's going on in my life. I wanted to send her a Valentine to let her know how special she is and how much Gramps loves her."

"Julia is a very lucky little lady. Let's look and see if we can discover exactly the perfect card her Gramps can find!"

There were so many choices. Eventually we found a little card that had the most precious kitten sitting under a gleaming sun ... "Sunshine makes everything grow with love" ... it was the perfect valentine for a very adored seven-year-old.

"I can't thank you enough Eli. If you're not busy would you like to have a cup of coffee? Consider it my way of saying thank you?"

"I am not busy and would like that very much. How about we take care of our purchases and I'll meet you in the café?" Conveniently, the bookstore had a nice coffee shop that many people enjoyed. On any given day, you could find folks enjoying a cup of coffee, reading or just relaxing.

"Perfect! In about ten minutes then?"

"Sounds wonderful, thank you John."

We went our separate ways and when I was through I saw that John was already in the café. I took a moment to look at him sitting there. John was a tall man, salt and pepper hair that was thick, sought of wavy and fell across his brow in a boyish way. He looked up and smiled, stood up as I walked towards him. Old fashioned etiquette. How nice is that?

"I can't thank you enough for helping out. What can I get you?'

"I'll have a cup of tea, thank you, cream and sugar please."

"Sit down, I'll be right back."

There was no line at the counter so he was back in a flash.

"Tea for the lovely lady and I took the liberty of getting some Biscotti. I'm a dunker!"

"Couldn't have made a sweeter choice. Thank you, sir!"

"You rescued an old man from sheer apoplexy. I didn't have a clue there were so many cards. When it comes to the normal stuff, Christmas, birthdays I'm okay, but a Valentine for a seven-year-old threw me for a loop. As I said my wife, Corrine, took care of all that. We were married for almost forty-two years. You get spoiled I guess. So, are you married Eli?"

He was so matter of fact. Dipping his Biscotti in his coffee, leaning back in his chair, comfortable with himself. It was as if we'd been here a million times before and were old friends catching up over a cup of coffee ... and tea.

"No, I'm divorced. No c***dren, except perhaps by assimilation."

"Assimilation?" There it was again, that broad smile.

"Nieces and nephews. The best of both worlds. I get to spoil them and send them home."

We both laughed, completely grasping the concept of spoiling and perhaps living vicariously through others c***dren without the parental pitfalls. The secret is to never say no, and when it's necessary send them home, holding onto your status as perfect in their eyes.

"So, what do you do for a living Eliana? I'm a retired teacher, I taught Psychology for thirty-five years."

"Ohhh ... so you know why we do what we do then?"

"Now that's a question that has an open-ended answer. I'm sure that if ten people were asked why we do what we do we would get ten different conclusions. Essentially though, yes, I would be considered a man with answers. The same man who can't find a card without the assistance of a lovely lady."

John was laughing and it looked good on him. I was thinking how laid back he was. Jeans and a plaid shirt. Longish hair. Quiet brown eyes and a soft, almost mesmerizing tone in his voice. There had to be a litany of starry eyed co-eds through those thirty-five years who would admit to a crush on their professor on doubt.

"Enough about me. Tell me Eliana, what occupies your days and enthuses your mind? Such a lyrical name. You look like an Irish lass, Eliana is a Hebrew name?

"Is there no end to your vast knowledge Dr. Shelton? I am Irish. Eliana means "my God has answered" ... it's been told to me that I was wished for and long awaited, hence my name seemed appropriate."

"With that auburn hair, pale complexion and green eyes you would never be able to deny your heritage. I'm sure you're an answered prayer, you certainly answered mine. You seem to have a talent for taking me off my intended train of thought. So ... what does a lovely Irish girl with a Hebrew name do with her days.?

"I'm a former corporate CEO. I am now technically an Entrepreneur, left the corporate rat race, retired I guess you could say, four months ago, actually."

"Retired! How old are you Ellie?" It throws everyone for a loop when you look like you should be dashing through life in a hustle and instead you're moving at a snail's pace.

"Forgive me, that's not very noble of me. I believe it's customary to never ask a beautiful woman how old she is? Scratch that question."

A beautiful woman? He's charming and old fashioned?

"You can ask me anything. I'm a forty something, forty-six to be exact and that's supposed to be the new thirty, I know rather young to be retired. I had enough of the corporate world and the merry-go-round. Fortunately, I prepared well and now I'm living the dream as they say. It was a decision that wasn't made lightly, however, I'm certainly happy I made it."

"Wow, so young and the world at your feet! I may be the man with all the answers but I also have questions. You said you were divorced, no c***dren. We'll get back to the entrepreneur part in a minute. I believe the proper terminology is "what's your relationship status?"

I chuckled. "Is that the burning question at hand?"

"Absolutely!" John was smiling and there was a distinct look of curiosity in his eyes.

"I am not currently "in a relationship" which suggests that I am free to explore all unexpected possibilities that may arise." Can't fault a girl for opening a door?

The curiosity quickly became contemplation. There was a definite question forming in his mind.

"As much as I would like nothing more than to spend my afternoon psycho analyzing you, a predisposition from my years in teaching I suppose. In any case, I must pick up a very precocious seven-year-old from school. Both parents work and today is the nanny's day off. I may be overstepping here but what the hell, here goes. Would you have dinner with me tonight?"

"I thought you would never ask!" Ahhhh ... instant gratification in his eyes. What was the point in being coy? I liked him.

"Wonderful! I want you to know that the card thing wasn't a ruse. I'm not a lecherous creep who preys on unsuspecting young women. You were very kind and I appreciated that, still do. That being said, do you know how much I'm enjoying your company?"

"Thank you, John. I'm confident that you're not a predator! Having said that, I'm enjoying you too."

"Okay then! Yes ... okay ... right ... this is going well. Do you know where Kramer's is?"

"Yes, it's a lovely spot."

"Wonderful food and nice atmosphere. How about we meet there at seven? I would love to pick you up but respect the fact that you know nothing about me and should be cautious."

Speaking like a gentleman, perhaps a bit of Gramps coming through I thought.

"That would be perfect. You can pick me up next time."

John caught the implied suggestion that there may very well be a next time and chose to simply smile and nod his head in complete agreement. I really liked him.

"Well, if you're ready I'll walk you to your car Eliana?"

We gathered our things and in a matter of minutes we were in the parking lot. When we reached my car, John took my hand in his and held it softly. His hands were warm and easy, felt safe I thought.

"I'm the Jeep right there. So, seven then, Kramer's?"

"Yes, seven it is. See you later John. And once again thank you for a lovely conversation and your charming company.

"Charming she thinks? Well ... good ... getting better all the time. See you tonight! That sounds so wonderful, I'll say it again. I'm looking forward to dinner with you Eli. See you tonight! Safe home."

"Me too. I mean I'm looking forward to dinner and you drive safely. Bye for now."

I got into my car and he watched me drive away. I'm sure as I drove away he just might have been trying to figure out how to pat himself on the back.

It was almost three and I had some things to do before heading home. Who could have predicted that a seven-year-old would be the impetus of a promising evening?

By the time, I got home I had about forty-five minutes to shower and dress. I was a bit surprised with myself. I wasn't feeling nervous or anxious at all. John was a very tranquil man I thought and down to earth. I was impressed by his openness. His questions weren't the least bit restricted by the expected usual ceremony that often occurs when two people meet and enjoy each others company. I was sure that this would be a very enjoyable dinner. A very interesting evening.

Driving to Kramer's I couldn't stop smiling. I saw John's Jeep in the parking lot. I pulled in about three cars down and was about to open my door when it opened unexpectedly.

There he was, smiling.

"Right on time, punctuality signifies interest. Now if you were late it might tell me you were undecided. So, happy that you don't show any signs of indecision!" He was laughing and reached for my hand. "Let me help you out sweet Eliana."

"Well, then I might presume that being early denotes eagerness?" I was sure even in the dim light of the moon the man blushed.

"I resemble that thought! I've been looking forward to dinner and I admit it! Let's go inside, I'm starving!"

John took my hand and we walked slowly to the door, not saying a word. There are those moments when nothing needs to said. He opened the door for me and took my coat when we were inside, handing it to the hatcheck and pocketed the claim ticket. Ummm ... a rare and valuable collectable indeed.

We were shown to our table and our waiter quickly appeared ready to serve.

"Good evening. Welcome to Kramer's, my name is Jeremy. Can I get you something from the bar?"

"Eliana what would you like?" He was holding my hand.

"Good evening Jeremy. I'll have a glass of Chardonnay, thank you."

John ordered MacCallan, an aged scotch, on the rocks. Jeremy gave us menu's and left to get our cocktails.

"Now is the moment when I order a he-man steak and you order a dainty little salad?"

"Ohhh nooo, not on your life. I've spent a good part of my life diligently acquiring these curves and aim to do all I can to keep them exactly where they are. I even cook! And when I do I actually eat!" As I was speaking he surveyed the fruits of my labor.

"Lovely curves, and I agree wholeheartedly, keep them exactly where they are."

A flatterer? No ... the smile said not at all.

"Tell you what? Why don't you use your psycho-analytical years of experience and order for us?"

He was beaming.

"Ummm ... overtly trusting, I like that. My analysis tells me that you enjoy pretty much anything. White wine suggests you gravitate towards poultry and fish. Always fresh in season veggies. But ... I sense there's a little bit of adventure. Never reluctant to try something you've never had before? Which bodes well for me. And most definitely, dessert! Okay, I'm ready. Want a hint?"

"Nope, you seem to be on a roll." He was cute. Oh, I know, how do you describe a man as cute? Shouldn't I be thinking handsome, debonair, charming, suave, sensual, seductive? Yes, he was all that and more.

Jeremy reappeared with our drinks and ready to take our dinner order.

"Ahhhh Jeremy, my good man, we'll begin with the warm Brie and Apples. For dinner, we'll have the Rack of Lamb, medium rare please, roasted parsnips, and spinach gratin. I'd like to order dessert now, a chocolate soufflé will do very well, with all the decadent accompaniments. If you'd bring a bottle of Rioja, Vina Alberdi, that should do it. Thank you, sir! Eliana, would you like to add anything?"

"No, I think you have it covered, quite nicely." The bill of fare was perfect.

Jeremy thanked John and we were alone in a room of people and they were evaporating into thin air. Funny how that happens when your attentions are on the one you're with.

"I'd like to say that you look lovely. I'd also like to say that I'm so happy you agreed to have dinner with me. I admit I was a bit anxious but bit the proverbial bullet and went full steam ahead. I sincerely hope it wasn't the dreaded case of a beautiful young woman having pity on an old man who couldn't even find a card?"

"Thank you for the gracious compliment. No, I wasn't taking pity on an old man. You're a man ... I'm a woman ... the birds and the bees ... chemistry ... analytical thinking ... dinner."

"I like the way you think! So, to the questions? You didn't think I would forget the many, many questions I have swimming around in this diagnostic mind, did you? Of course, not, you're a very perceptive woman. So, question number one? How is a gorgeous, intelligent, sweet young woman like you alone? I get the divorce but now, how come?"

"First, you keep showering me with compliments and you'll swell my head. My divorce was amicable. We simply wanted a different future. Why am I alone now? I suppose the expected answer would be, I haven't found the right one. The unpredictable answer is, perhaps I was waiting for you.""Now who's head is in eminent danger of swelling! Well, if that's the case, your wait is over! Here I am and I'm not going anywhere! In fact, I'm here to stay! What do you think about them apples Miss MacMillan?"

"I happen to be exceptionally partial to apples Dr. Shelton."

You've no doubt heard the little gem that goes something like this? "He was having a come to Jesus meeting" and was suddenly lost in the many possibilities. I had to smile when he regained his composure and began speaking as if he'd never stopped.

"Now a little background on me. I completed my Psy.D. in Psychology when I was twenty-nine. I suppose my technical status and title is Dr. John Robert Shelton, Psy.D. As I said, I was a professor at the N.E. University School of Medicine here for almost thirty-six years, retired for just over five years. I'm a planter. I put down roots and stay grounded. I have three k**s, two boys and a girl, all married, successful and great human beings. Seven grandc***dren and of course one very darling great granddaughter. My wife was a stay at home Mom, we both wanted it that way. Corrine was a wonderful woman, and we had a good marriage. She died four years ago, cancer. It was rough. When she was diagnosed, I left my position and stayed home to care for her. A year later she was gone."

"I'm truly sorry and can somewhat comprehend the lost. Although losing a wife doesn't quite compare I lost my mother to cancer. I'm sorry, forgive me for interrupting. Please go on."

"Thank you, Ellie. Let me say this. When you lose someone, you love, it hurts all the same."

"Yes ... I'm sure it does."

"The worst part was being alone. My k**s kept telling me to date but I didn't know how. Sounds funny but so true. And you were waiting for me so now it's all good."

"Yes, it is." Was I waiting for him? Maybe I was?

"My granddaughter and her husband, live in our old house and I built a new one, sans all the usual memories. It's not that I wanted to forget that part of my life but it was time to move forward. The house was a dream of mine. I designed it and searched for quite some time to find the perfect piece of real estate. I've been there just about a year. I pick up Julia from school when the nanny isn't around. I keep involved with the work mentoring and giving seminars here and there. So, that's me in a nut shell."

Watching him I sensed a kind man. No ulterior motives, which was uplifting in today's world of the what's in for me way of thinking. John was a nice person, and that was saying quite a lot.

"What do you do now that you're a retired woman? That still gets me, a young woman retired before her life is half over. Aren't you missing the interaction and hub bub of a fast-paced business life?"

"No, I don't miss any part of it. That was the main reason I decided to change course. I wanted a simpler life that wasn't fraught with contracts and deadlines. I've always been drawn to the past and how life was enjoyed and people were humble. So, I bit the bullet as you say and I buy and sell antiques. I have an affinity for anything and everything that has a bit of age."

"Does that include men?"

It was a halfhearted stab at levity but my answer was obviously important.

"Ohhh, especially men!"

"Thank God, cause I'm definitely approaching antique status. They don't make anything like they used to any more so in my professional opinion you should consider my value and resign yourself to keeping me?"

"I'm beginning to believe I just may have to do just that."

"I knew you were a woman who would appreciate my intrinsic value. Now, back to the older man attraction? I ask this purely for clinical clarification of course."

"Of course! It's not as complicated a mindset as you may think."

"There's nothing at all complicated about you Eli."

"Then to answer your question Dr. Shelton. Older men have a sense of caring, respect attentiveness and appreciation that I've always sensed is lacking in today's young men or men closer to my age. Don't get me wrong there are many men who strive to be all these things and are quite successful, but it doesn't come as naturally. We live in a world that doesn't have time for anything that's not propelling someone somewhere. I've been very fortunate. I've never needed a man to take care of me, be responsible for me, I'm quite capable in that regard."

"You're an independent woman, that comes through without question."

"My needs are on in entirely different spectrum. I want the companionship, the emotional closeness and interaction that has nothing to do with material things. Older men have the where with all to see past all that perhaps because they've experienced life a little longer. are seasoned, like rare collectables, their value increases with age."

"Jesus, I never thought of myself as a rare collectable, I like the connotation though. I'm wondering about something only a man would think of, well pragmatic men. With age come certain limitations. Virility wanes, even though the desire is strong, the apparatus may not function the way it used to. Not that I'm speaking personally of course! You're a young vibrant woman, how do you handle that?"

It tickles me when males of any age or stage of virility puff out their chests, assertively displaying their masculinity like a magnificent Silverback, thumping his chest in a seductive display as he woos his perspective mate. This is perhaps an innate form of signaling the lady in his sights that she should appreciate his macho machismo and acquiesce to his resolve to have her.

"If you're attempting to enlighten me that you might experience minor intermittent interruptions in the functional operational specter of life, it's all relative. Metaphorically speaking there are countless behavior modifications that can be enacted to encourage any dog to hunt."

John was smiling. His mind was desperately dissecting my figurative representation of a hunting dog. He was about to render his clinical opinion on the subject as Jeremy arrived with our first course. Taking a deep breath, he altered the direction of his thoughts.

"Thank you, young man it looks delicious. We'd like to enjoy a leisurely dinner Jeremy so no rush at all."

"Yes sir, I completely understand." Males possess a characteristic signaling system.

John waited for my reaction to his appetizing first choice. "This is luscious." His chest bloomed.

"Let's continue exploring that hunting dog? I'm a firm believer in the symbolic canine having the ability to learn new tricks no matter how old of a dog he happens to be. It's all about methodology."

"Yes, incentive and said canine's willingness to try new things can produce remarkable results. I personally subscribe to the treat reward system of training. The instructor asks for compliance and offers a tasty reward when said canine successfully completes the required task"

"That does appear to be a textbook technique. When said, canine recognizes that he ... or ... she ... noting that this structured method will produce the desired results regardless of the gender of said canine ... is compliant ... will ultimately result in both the personal satisfaction of successfully fulfilling the behavioral request as well as satiating the rapacious nature inherently found in all species."

"Exactly. The reward theory has existed and functioned with excellent results perhaps since the beginning of time. Wasn't it Eve who ate the forbidden fruit in opposition to her creator but in compliance with her seducer who offered an even more salacious reward?"

"That may be a debatable research result. Although scholars have long held the belief that the apple was in fact the sin of desire which led to sexual awakening. To the purpose of this discussion, I will agree that the reward theory has merit."

"I thought you might." Sexual banter is so very exhilarating. We were both more than capable of intellectual seduction.

"Professionally speaking, I might add, that the Psychological effect of a reward system has been found to be quite successful. Suddenly I have a very encouraging motivation to explore the possibilities that advanced encouragement can harvest. That being said, I propose that we enjoy this sumptuous meal and respectively consider the potential opportunities that a proficient lesson plan offers."

I laughed. Not at him. He was a perceptive gentleman. I liked him. Very much.

Our meal was delicious. The conversation was filled with seducing innuendo and sensual flirting. Whether it was the wine or the company we seemed to glide into a smooth discussion of life's wide-ranging topics filled with sensory stimulation. Perhaps it was as simple as chemistry?

With our dinner now delightfully consumed the table was cleared and a steamy chocolate soufflé arrived. Pillows of whipped crème, sweet raspberries and a drizzle of warm Grand Marnier laced chocolate sauce satisfied the craving for the exotic. The erotic was still percolating.

"I certainly have a keen sense of who you are Eliana. I'm beginning to realize that a new perspective to chance encounters was something that I never entertained."

"Professor, or should I say Dr. Shelton ... sir? Surely as an academic/medical man you're aware that scholars aren't the only minds that can offer a treasure trove of innovative and exciting ideas?"

I reached down and rested my hand on John's thigh. Was that a quivering I felt?

He reached up and held my chin in his hand. Leaning forward he kissed me. "A professor who doesn't encourage his students to explore every possibility, discuss options, admit that a fresh and open mind offers alternative theories becomes stagnant. Your lips are as soft as falling rain on a summer morning. I see a thunder storm on my horizon, powerful strikes of blue white lightning in your green eyes."

The next kiss left me breathless.

"I'm thinking we should take this tête-à-tête to a more amiable level of comfort. Would you like to come back to my home for a nightcap Dr. Shelton?"

"I thought you would never ask. Let me take care of Jeremy and I'll be right back. Don't move a muscle, I don't want to miss a second of you."

John stood up, bent down and kissed my cheek. "I'll be right back."

Anyone can read the signs? the writing on the wall? I knew that neither of us had anything to lose. It's all right there to see if you open your eyes. We were teetering somewhere between nothing to lose and something to be gained. John came back and we walked out to our cars.

Yes ... my hand in his hand. A seemingly very nice fit.

"Follow me. I live in Chester, on Mulberry. I'd like to thank you for a lovely dinner John. I've had a marvelous evening and thought we could keep the conversation going? In case if we get separated my address is 1875 Mulberry Road. Make a left off Cherry and I'm the last house on the right. It's a cul-de-sac so you can't miss it, an old white Federal with black shutters and red door."

"Got it. It's only nine-thirty, I don't change into a frog until midnight. I'll be right behind you."

"I knew I'd been with a prince all evening."

"Flattery will get you everywhere!"

"I know."

"I know ... you know. Now let's get a move on young lady, I'm old and wasting time isn't an option we should entertain."

We made it to our cars and pulled out of the parking lot arriving at my house in no time. I opened the garage and pulled in, John parked in the driveway. I smiled when I thought about the neighbors wondering who this strange man was? Only he wasn't strange at all, quite the contrary.

"Come in this way, and I'll close the garage behind us." John came in, I closed the garage door and we were walking into the kitchen. I snapped on the light and thought, well here we are. Who could have guessed?

"You have a great house Eliana. Chester is a nice little town. How long have you lived here?"

"I moved in three years ago, after my divorce. I always wanted an old house, this was built in 1865. It's home and I'm happy here. What can I get you? Wine, coffee, whatever you'd like?"

"Whatever I'd like? Now that's appealing on so many levels. How about a glass of wine, I have to drive home so nothing strong?" He walked into the living room and looked about smiling.

Such a gentleman. He didn't automatically assume he'd be staying. That was interesting. I wondered what he did like? Okay, so I'm wondering. I was thinking about sexual desires. I was. What's wrong with that? Nothing Eliana, nothing at all. A personal conversation with myself. It happened all the time. I smiled to myself. That happened all the time too.

"I can see you all around this house. Warm and welcoming. I also see what you mean about antiques. A house like this needs old things to keep in character. I'm thinking I should be your latest acquisition. What did you say, a rare collectable? That's me so keep that in mind."

It wasn't a question and didn't require a response. Perhaps it was simply a statement of fact that we both agreed was relevant and the truth of the matter.

I poured the wine and went into the living room. "Here you go, John. Please sit down."

I felt his eyes following me across the room. We needed a little added ambiance, music. I thought a melodic saxophone moaning seductively, floating desire in the air was the perfect touch. It was quietly sexual and wouldn't overshadow our conversation but would provide a sensual caress.

"Alright, now where we?" What a sweet man he was sitting here in my living room smiling.

I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the couch. His arm came up behind me and I leaned against him. I didn't expect the kiss. His lips were warm and soft.

"Though I own she is a creature of character and feature ... no words will paint her picture ... the swan is in her movement and the morning in her smile ... all the roses in the garden ... they bow and beg her pardon ... for none could match her splendor ... my intentions nor deceive her ... I must find some way to gain her ... to court her and to tame her ... I fear my heart's in danger ... for she's all my tomorrows ... It's an old Gaelic poem. Just fits you so well."

"You're quite the romantic soul Dr. Shelton ... just fits you so well."

"You fit me Eli, you fit me very well indeed." Another kiss, and another.

Silence takes over and you feel yourself dwelling in the possibilities.

"I don't want to overstay my welcome and I was thinking. Would you like to have lunch tomorrow? Nothing fancy. I thought I could pick you up about eleven-thirty and drive down to the shore. There's a great place there for lobster. Mulligan's is a favorite haunt of mine, I'd like to spend the afternoon with you if you're free?"

"That sounds like a wonderful afternoon and I accept. I've been to Mulligan's love the place. So, you're a lobster man then?"

Mulligan's is a lobster pound, like so many s**ttered along the New England coast. It's a favorite of the locals and siting right on the Atlantic shore has its own ambiance and draw for true crustacean connoisseurs.

"Oh yes! When I was a k** I wanted to be a lobsterman. My folks thought that a college education would allow me to afford lobster instead of starving trying to catch it. I went to college and spent the rest of my life paying for lobster and figuring people out. I'm going to kiss you now."

And he did.

His lips were tender. I could feel his body trembling and wondered if it was passion or being unsure. The trembling dwindled and the passion took over. His tongue glided across my lips gently parting them slipping into my mouth. I felt his mouth open and kiss me deeper and with intensity. I put my arms around his neck and he pressed his body against me. Eager lips trailed down my neck and kissed me gently nipping my skin.

"God, you feel so good." John's hands glided down my back, holding me to him. I shivered when he touched my thigh. I laid back on the couch and he came closer to me, his body quietly moving, resting his head on my breasts. John's trace was sensual, excited me, spreading his fingers apart, caressing me, exploring my body so prudently. Almost as an afterthought, he raised up on one arm and touched my face, his fingers feeling my lips, looking in my eyes, pondering me.

"Such a pensive look Dr. Shelton?"

"Your curves are in all the right places. I want you to know me. I want to show you who I am. When I look in your eyes I want to know you, see that you see me. It takes time to understand what's inside a woman's soul. There's no sense of urgency here. You aren't seducing me, although that wouldn't hurt my ego at all. You like me, that comes through so clearly. You know I like you. It takes time for passion to be enjoyed. I feel the desire in your body and it would be so easy to make love to you. You're a special woman Eli, and I want you to know who I am so falling in love with me will be as natural as breathing."

I looked into the eyes of a man that hopeless romantics dream about. There was no insistence, no pressure to take this any further. I wanted him, he wanted me. There was something else. A deeper desire that was growing and willing to wait to be cultivated at its pique.

John kissed me sweetly.

"It's time for me to go."

I admit I wanted him to stay.

We got up and he held me close in his arms. "You know I hate to think that someone could ever hurt someone like you. Maybe you don't know me any more than I know you, I want that to change. I've been watching you all evening. I don't want a one night and gone. I'm willing to wait, wait to do this right. I want you to know how special you are to me."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. He saw them too, and smiled.

"Eliana, I'm so eager to see what's in our future. I haven't felt that for a very long time this sense of excitement. In my very professional yet humble opinion you feel it too. Tomorrow we spend the afternoon together and gorge on lobster! I'm so glad I needed a card today. Kiss me and then throw me out before I change our minds, which wouldn't take much, I can promise you that."

I laughed threw my tears and hugged him tight. I kissed him, over and over and he couldn't stop laughing. It was fun, he was fun, this entire day was fun. There was more to it than fun.

"Okay, time to skedaddle! Okay one more kiss than I'm outta here!"

John wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me close. We stood there kissing not wanting to let go. "I have got to leave right now or I won't leave."

He kissed each cheek, my forehead and my lips, just once more.

"Pick you up at eleven-thirty. Dress warm, you know how cold and wet it is on the coast!"

I walked him to the door and he hugged me tight before walking down to his car. I watched him drive away and closed the door. I had no idea where this was going but I was more than willing to ride this train to the end of the line.

Washing the glasses, I couldn't stop smiling. I turned out the lights and turned off the music. Getting undressed I kept feeling his lips. Climbing into bed I was giddy. How in the world did I get so lucky? God, Eli, you sound like a woman falling in love? Was I?

Eleven-thirty on the dot John pulled into the driveway. I opened the door and he had me in his arms before it closed behind him.

"I missed you Eli, something awful. I thought about you all night. I felt your body against me and I ached for you. You make me feel alive. Jesus, that sounds so cliché. We're not going to be passing strangers in the night. That's something we both wouldn't want. Feelings are coming alive in me that I haven't felt for a very long time, thought I never would again. Don't chalk this up to an old man whose lost his marbles. I assure you I'm in complete control of my faculties. And I wouldn't be saying any of this if I wasn't convinced that you feel it to." Did I?

"There's undeniably something going on? I don't think you're a man whose lost control at all. If that were the case than I'm a traveler on the same highway to crazy town."

Whatever this is, it's constantly in motion and changes second by second. Was I second-sighted when I said I waiting for you? As strange as that sounds, stranger things happen every day.

"You're feeling it too, accept it."

John was serious and as crazy as this sounds I did accept it, I welcomed it.

"I'm going to kiss you now."

This time his kiss was deep and sensual. His hands roamed over my body, touching, feeling and moving self-assuredly. When he held me close to his body like this the craving was strong. We could feel the passion. Was the passion what we wanted to touch or was it more than that?

"You look good enough to eat! But ... we're having lobster for lunch! Let's go before I lose control and have you instead!" He laughed but I could sense the struggle, I felt it too.

"I see the want in your eyes Eli. That's the look that drives me crazy. We're not giving in. Not yet anyway. We know where we're going with this and I'm sure if I held you close you wouldn't tell me no. You feel so soft ... look so pretty ... but ... I have plans. So, let's get going before we give in to lust!"

"Ahhh ... a strategic plot? I've never known a man who has such self-control? It's exciting! You may not realize what you're doing ... but then ... you may know exactly what you're doing? Hmmm ... you said plans? Give me a hint?"

"Ask me nicely?"

He was thrilling me.

"No. I suddenly think that a surprise plan of attack would do ... how did you say it ... nicely?"

"Precisely. Be prepared to be swept off your pretty feet! Listen, today is Friday and tomorrow is Valentine's Day. We're having dinner together. I'll pick you up at six. Don't ask any questions, I'm keeping my plans clandestine."

"Well at least tell me what to wear? Casual? Formal?" That's a woman for you. A man tells her that she has no choice in the matter and all she thinks about is what to wear? I was thinking a multitude of thoughts, but each one was clouded by the man standing in front of me. I was tumbling and loving the fall.

"I'll leave that up to you. I will say that the destination is romantic. Very private and romantic. Now let's get going, I'm starving!"

We drove to the coast and talked non-stop. I wished there were old fashioned bench seats in his Jeep, I would have nestled up against him. Oh, we managed to ignite a slow burning desire. There were sensual touches here ... and there. Suggestive whispers, and the thrill of uninhibited seduction, uncontrolled enticement was running rampant. It wasn't so much what we said but what we didn't say that took the craving to a whole diverse level of want.

Gorging on lobster was a give in. Once our epicurean appetite was satisfied we nourished the deeper hunger, the desire that was smoldering. We walked along the beach, stopping for passionate kisses, held hands, laughed and played on the beach like k**s chasing each other around a playground. If anyone saw us they would have believed, we were two people who'd been together for years and still very much in love. Was it? Was this ... love?

By the time, we got back, it was close to nine. As many times, as I tried to pry some small details out of John he just held fast and wouldn't give a clue. It was fun and I thought that this was what every woman dreams about.

"I'm not coming in, I won't leave. So, be ready at six on the dot. Thank you for a wonderful day Eli. There are going to be so many more ahead of us. I want nothing more than to hold you and whisper in your ear sweet nothings. I have so many things to say, thoughts that I want you to hear. Now kiss me and get a good night's sleep."

Yes, one kiss led to another and another. This time it was me who pulled back and had to fight every urge in me to have him stay. Something worth having is something worth waiting for. Moving in silent resignation, wanting to stay, knowing he should leave, he did.

I climbed into my empty bed. I laid there thinking about the men in my past. The counsel my poor head was giving me in between thoughts of what was and what could be was constant ... it was also reassuring and confident. I was loving the feeling of love, I love. Pondering ... love ... is it just a word? I drifted into my dreams and floated in the clouds.

When I woke up it was a dreamy, sweet, slow emerging from a night spent twirling among the stars. Lying there I couldn't stop smiling. I knew tonight was going to be very special. It was Valentine's Day! This evening called for red, inside and out. Sensual seduction was in the air. Romantic and private ... that's what he whispered.

I spent the day dwelling in the arms of erotic images. How many times did my mind lose track of my thoughts? Many ... so many. How often did I imagine him touching me? Did I feel my body trembling sensing his intimate traces? My desire building, so eager and willing to fall into the fire. I was surrendering to the wicked depravity of lust ... or was it sensual seductive love?

At four I slipped into a bubble bath. I had to fight with myself not to take the edge off. My body was craving, wanting that sweet release. A woman alone appreciates how to illicit the pleasure she needs. I knew where that bliss would be found and I was more than willing to wait for it.

As I brushed my long silky auburn hair I realized it was always up when I was with John. This night called for something a bit more dramatic ... "in his arms, she fell as her hair came down" ...

I took my time dressing, relishing the sureness in each piece of lingerie. My joy was complete with simple touches here and there that finished in exactly the vision I wanted to offer to his eyes. Would I entice a stirring to his senses and a sinful torturing of his desire? The image in my mirror was filled with a self-assured reflection. Ohhh yesss Eliana, you'll feed his every craving in a sensuous tempting display of the delicacies that wait for him to taste. Silk and lace, creamy soft skin, suppleness in all the right places ... yes ... I could tempt and draw this man into gluttony.

I was ready and waiting by the door by 5:58PM, two minutes to spare. "punctuality denotes interest" Precisely at 6:00PM a car pulled into the driveway. Not a Jeep?

I couldn't see inside the car; the windows were tinted and dark. The driver's door opened and what I expected was not what I saw. A man stepped out and closed the door. I realized it wasn't John. He stepped back and opened the rear door. John stepped out and he took me completely off my feet.

I had only seen him in jeans and plaid. Tonight, he was dressed in black. The silver in his hair almost glowed. This was not the same man I left barely twenty-four hours ago, this man was so polished and yes ... exceedingly handsome.

I waited for him to ring the bell. I opened the door and I'm not sure who gasped first.

"My God! You look beautiful Eliana!" John stepped back and took my hand twirling me around to get the full effect no doubt.

"Every curve, every nuance perfect! I had no idea that you kept this in your closet?"

"I didn't. I did some shopping today. You specified "Romantic" ... I think this fits the bill?"

My dress was deep red, silk shimmered flowing over my body accentuating my curves. The neckline had a deep vee, highlighting the swell of my breasts and the warm valley between. Long sleeves finished in a point over my wrists. The bodice was form fitting, and the skirt opened just above my knees, falling gracefully to the floor. The gentleman would have a clear view of my legs, and the strappy thin black heels. Finished with black silk stockings I achieved the comely "take me at your own risk" look.

"Eliana, you take elegance to another dimension. I'm speechless!"

"John, you're quite the handsome man in your black suit. Daring red shirt, a few buttons left open for effect? I had no idea you kept this in your closet?"

"Touché" There was nothing left to say. John drew me close and his lips touched mine in a burst of brilliant sensual passion. Stepping back, he sighed ... so did I.

His smile was priceless. His soft kiss ... precious.

"Alright lovely lady, your chariot awaits!" He took the black lace shawl from my hand and d****d it over my shoulders. We walked out hand in hand to the car. It was a gleaming black limousine complete with chauffeur.

"Good evening Miss." The young man smiled, opened the door and the scent of roses wafted through the air. I stepped inside and there were red rose petals covering the floor.

John got in beside me and the chauffeur quietly closed the door. Soft romantic music was all around me. The car pulled out of the driveway and I felt like a princess, my prince charming beside me whisking me away in a magical carriage to the fairy tale land of forever more.

Between the driver and our seating area was the customary privacy window, rolled up tight. There was a small lighted bar in front of us. John lifted a bottle from a silver urn and poured Champagne into glistening crystal flutes with slices of strawberries. I was sitting there with my mouth open just trying to take it all in.

"The professor in me wants you to grasp the significance of each detail I present to this woman who enchants me. Crystal flutes, clarity in my intentions. Champagne the effervesce of my joy, the bubbles always make me think angels are tickling my nose. And the succulent sweet slices of strawberries. Did you know that one strawberry has at least a thousand seeds? That's the number of kisses I want to give to you."

I didn't know if all these beautiful sentiments were folklore or the heartfelt expressions of a man who cared and felt so much. It didn't matter where the words or thoughts came from. This man was stealing what was left of my heart with every word he softly spoke.

"This is just the beginning. Valentine's Day is meant to inspire romance and I'm pulling out every trick in the spell book of potions and magic. My hope is that by the end of this evening you'll know what enraptured feels like. Eliana, grace and elegance have taken a back seat to you tonight and I'm a very honored man."

John handed me a single thorn less long stemmed red rose, nestled in creamy wisps of baby's breath, a white satin ribbon tied in a soft cascading bow.

"There's nothing secret about the red rose's symbolism of love. Valentine's Day could barely breathe without this beautiful and dramatic flower. The ultimate symbol of romantic love and lasting passion. The red rose also conveys respect and the enduring spirit of harmony. The baby's breath, the stars in your eyes. A thorn less stem signifies a yearning deeper than the ache of piercing thorns. A white satin ribbon flowing down the naked stem speaks to the purity of purpose in the heart of the giver."

With each word, I felt goosebumps popping up over my skin and a beautiful shiver in my body. My eyes were filling with tears of amazement and sincere profound joy. I wanted to speak and couldn't find my voice.

"This is for you. I saw it and knew you had to have it."

He handed me a small box, shimmering white tied with a red satin ribbon.

"It's too pretty to open." My hands were shaking ... I was overwhelmed by his adoring eyes.

I untied the ribbon and lifted the top to see sparkling tissue paper. Carefully unfolding the cloud of white I saw a small crystal angel, with green eyes.

"The proprietor of the shop told me she's an antique. I saw the fire in her eyes and I see that same blaze now, considering the most mesmerizing pools of clear deep green in the eyes of the Angel who has captured my heart."

How do you express joy? What do you say to tell a man that he's faultless? Where do you begin? When does the heart fall? Who has that capacity to express every emotion you're feeling? You don't try. You simply breathe ... and let the tears of joy begin to fall.

"John, smiles can be given to anyone. Joyful tears fall for the one who holds my heart in the palm of his hand. I'm speechless ... because I'm breathless.

"Seems fair since you take my breath away every time I look at you."

Cupid was hovering above us letting lose a flurry of arrows and every one was hitting his intended targets. Silence takes over saying all we need to say. My heart was giving every indication that by the time this night was over the stars would be shinning on two lovers in love. When the morning came, it would find us in a love that was fated.

This man looking at me with those soft brown eyes was extraordinary in a world of commonplace. What would you give to have one night of wonderful instead of a lifetime of nothing special? What would you give to have a lifetime of wonderful? You'd give your heart, body and soul.

His hand held mine. We didn't say a word to each other. I laid my head on his shoulder and felt the passion in my mind and body rising. Fairy tales, princes and happily ever after. Was this how it begins?

The car turned down a dark road. In the distance, I could see lights. I recognized the landscape, rolling hills and a forest of towering pine trees shooting up to the sky that was filled with stars. We were on Lake Hill Road, it took you to the lakefront. As we got closer the trees unveiled a house. Turning down a narrow road a magnificent log home appeared in the mirror calm of the lake.

"I promised you romantic and private."

The house sat high on a ridge overlooking the lake. Yes, straight out of a romance novel.

"This is the house I built. Welcome Eliana."

The car came to a slow stop and John got out. The driver came around and opened my door. My prince was standing there and took my hand. I stepped out into the night and truly felt and believed I was in paradise.

A magnificent star studded midnight blue sky was the backdrop to this castle on the hill. Deep rich amber logs glistened and gleamed in the moonlight as we walked up the path. Warm soft fairy lights framed the door. Magically, it opened and a young man in a white jacket and black bow tie was standing aside smiling a sincere welcome.

"Good evening Miss MacMillan, Mr. Shelton."

"Good evening Timothy, is everything ready?"

Ready? Everything?

"Yes sir, we're ready."

The house wrapped me in awe. A great room with ceilings that soared above us. The far wall was studded in stone with a hearth that would rival any ancient castle. A blazing fire, the flames dancing and swaying in reds, golds, blues and greens, casting shadows across the room in images of ethereal lovers writhing in an orgy of delirious desire.

John took my hand and felt it trembling. "I knew you'd feel this way."

"It takes my breath away." I couldn't take it all in at once. The room was enormous, with small groupings of furniture that beckoned, seduced you to sit down and look out over the lake.

"Let's sit down."

We walked what felt like a mile into the middle of the heart of this home.

A round intimate table sat facing a wall of glass that looked out over the water. I can honestly say that I couldn't feel the floor beneath my feet, I was floating on the music that gently echoed whispered words of love.

There were elves and fairies afoot casting a magical spell. Crisp white linen, opalescent china, cut crystal stemware, gleaming silver flatware and long stemmed roses dripping with dew huddled in a bouquet centered on the table. The flaming glow of candles, tiny moonbeams of light fluttered and drifted across the glass wall like firefly's.

"When? How?" My mind was filled with the incredible exquisiteness my eyes devoured.

"The when and how will never compare to the why? I want to give you magic and wonder, the same magic and wonder I've felt since we met. I'm sensing a new beginning, having a second chance to capture joy. If you'd like to sit down to dinner my sweet Eliana?"

John pulled out my chair and literally had to place me in it. Smiling he sat down and the fairies magic spell continued to weave enchantment.

Timothy popped the cork on a bottle of Dom Perignon Rose and dropped a sugar cube in each flute before pouring. "Sweetens the finish" I believe he said.

"Here's to Valentine's Day cards." John smiled and kissed my hand. We raised our glasses and I giggled when we heard the crystal chant. I was slowly coming down from my carpet ride through the heavenly clouds.

"You said private and romantic. I could have never imagined anything so wonderful. Your home is stunningly beautiful. The perfect man beside me, the car, the gift, the table, the roses, the ... everything!"

"Remember I told you I couldn't sleep that first night we met. Well, I had a whole night to plan exactly what I wanted to do. It was easy with you as my muse ... and the internet.'

Timothy brought several dishes to the table. I didn't know what to have first, each one was more luscious than the next.

"Thank you, Timothy, everything looks amazing, I'm sure it will be a gastronomic feast of mega proportion. Timothy and his staff have been here almost all day putting this together for us."

"It was our pleasure Mr. Shelton. If I may add? Miss MacMillan, you are the consummate, quintessential vision of every man's perfect Valentine."

"That was not scripted by me, however, I couldn't agree more. You are a man's vision of loveliness and I thank you Timothy for your perfect observation. I'm a little envious that I didn't say it first." He was smiling and so happy. I couldn't believe this man did all this.

"Thank you, Timothy, for your gracious compliments. I'm a very blessed woman. My perfect man, sitting here beside me. This evening is every woman's dream come true. You've provided the perfect dinner I'm sure. Thank you so very much." I knew I was speaking, I heard my voice but had no idea how to convey the myriad of thoughts swirling around in my head.

"Please enjoy your evening. We're ready to go if there's nothing else you require Mr. Shelton?"

"You have surpassed every expectation tenfold. And I wholeheartedly concur, Eliana is my perfect Valentine, thank you for making me look like a magician. Please extend our appreciations to your staff Timothy."

"I will do that sir. Once again have a magical evening!"

And Timothy and his staff of elves quietly vanished. John and I were alone in this glorious house, a table fit for a King and his Queen before us. I had a sudden urge that I couldn't ignore or control. I got up and sat on John's lap. Put my arms around his neck and kissed him, passionately, deeply and with growing adoration. It felt changed and we both felt sensed it.

"Eli, there's something I want to say. I was so sure of every step I took. I didn't think there was very much I was missing. I never thought there were other roads to travel. I had convinced myself that there was nothing or no one I needed. How in the world did it take me all this time to see that there was more? Because I was waiting for you. I've missed this feeling. I've been letting life pass me by. Now that I've found you how could I ever let you go Eli?"

"I ...

"Just so you know, I have no intentions of letting you go. Now, don't be frightened. We're both adults and considered reasonable and intelligent. Having said that, I firmly believe in things happening for a reason. This night has been beautiful and equally as strange."

I looked at this man I'd only just met and smiled. Were some things destined?

"Without sounding like I've completely lost my senses I want to tell you something that I've been thinking about. Since the first moment I saw you I had a feeling. Seeing you sitting across from me sipping your tea I couldn't stop this feeling."

"I'm asking you nicely professor." I wanted to hear every single word, know every thought, memorize every expression.