Hey y’all! I hope you’ve enjoyed part one and two of “Dating while forty.” Anytime I write anything, I hope that you’ll get something out of the story that is positive and affects your life in a positive way. If you like romance, check out my book, “One for the reason of love,” on Amazon. You can access it here, ↙️
and without further ado, here’s part 3 of “Dating while forty.” ♥️
“You haven’t been out in a while! That last date had you shook, huh?” my sister said, on the other end of the phone. “Girl, you just don’t know. It took me an entire month to get back to my normal self. I was hollering, ‘my neck, my back,’ so much, I thought I’d traveled back to 2001 and turned into Khia,” I said.
“Ha! Girl, you’re crazy.” “Girl, I’m serious, but tonight Martin and I are finally going on our first official date.” “Oh, word?” my sister said. “Yes.
I’m so excited, and we have a lot in common, so I think it will go well. We’ve been talking for almost three months now, and he’s been very consistent, even with a hectic schedule he’d invite me to his job to have lunch with him sometimes during his break, or he’ll bring me coffee on his way to work.” “Really? He must work near the flower shop?”
“He works about twenty minutes away from the shop. He’s also brought a lot more business to the shop. A lot of people from the hospital come here and say that Martin recommends my shop,” I said. “I’m loving the support,” my sister said. “Me too, girl.”
“So, where are the two of you going?” my sister said. “It’s a surprise,” I said. “Girl, you haven’t had the best of surprises lately. You’re sure that you want to go into this blindly?” I laughed, “what can I say? I’m adventurous! You know me, I’m always ready for whatever.”
Martin picked me up at 6:30 and we arrived at the restaurant at 6:55. He had reservations for private dining. Everyone had been raving about the new Brazilian Steakhouse downtown, and I was excited to see what all the noise was about. The setting was romantic and the vibe was right, from the deep red velvet curtains to the cascading crystal chandeliers. The private dining was perfect, and made the date more intimate.
The food was superb. We were enjoying each other’s company so much, that we stayed and talked an hour after we’d finished our dinner and dessert. “I want to take you somewhere,” Martin said. “This is so nice though. I could stay here forever,” I said.
“It is nice,” but wait until you see what’s next,” he said. “Yeah?” I said. “Yeah, let’s get out of here,” he said. He drove twenty minutes away from the restaurant, to this place called Adventure Flights. Parking was at the bottom of a hill, and we had to walk to the top.
I was not prepared to walk up a hill in heels. After about five minutes of walking up the hill in those high heels, the heel on one of my shoes broke. I was so embarrassed, but Martin picked me up and carried me the rest of the way. It was so romantic. Martin had some big guns, but I wasn’t expecting him to be able to pick me up and carry me up a hill and into a helicopter.
We flew high and admired the view of the city as the lights magically danced below us. A courtesy driver took us back to Martin’s car afterwards, so that I wouldn’t have to walk. When we got back to my place, Martin picked me up once again, and carried me to my front door. I couldn’t help imagining us getting married, and him carrying me through the front door. Maybe I was getting a bit ahead of myself, but he’s exactly the type of man that I could see myself growing old with.
He’s considerate and compassionate. He’s strong and supportive, kind and consistent. “Would you like to come in?” I said. He smiled, “yes.” I unlocked the door and welcomed him inside. Then I went in and locked the door.
“Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?” I said. “Sure.” “Okay, I have wine. Red or white?” I said.
“Red is fine,” he said. I put my purse and coat away, and threw those shoes in the trash. They’d run their course. I brought our wine back to the living room where Martin was patiently waiting. “Thank you,” he said.
“No problem,” I said. We begin to talk. He must’ve read my mind because he knew that my feet were hurting. “Here,” he said, motioning me to put my feet up on his lap. “Put your feet up here.”
I put my feet up on his lap and he began to massage my feet. I was in love. “Ouu, that feels so good,” I said, as he massaged my feet with slow, deep, yet gentle strokes. We talked until 1 o’clock in the morning, and then I kissed him goodnight and he went home. I felt like I’d been holding my breath for the last few months and tonight was the night that I could finally exhale.
The next morning, he called. I was still half asleep and my voice sounded dry and groggy. “Hello,” I said. He laughed. “Good morning sunshine!
You’re still in bed?” he said. “I am. What time is it?” I said. “It’s 7:02,” he said. “Hey, do you want to go hiking?
Maybe later on we can get brunch or something,” he said. I thought that I’d been dreaming. I opened my eyes really big, and looked at my phone. Then I pinched myself just to be sure that I was awake. “Ouch,” I said.
“Are you okay?” he said. “Yes, I’m fine. I had to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. “What do you mean?” he said. “You’re just to good to be true,” I said.
“Really?” “Yes, you are! You’re like the perfect gentleman. I’m still floating on cloud nine from last night. It just feels like something out of a movie or a book,” I said.
“Well, this is no fairytale. When a man knows he has found the one, he knows, and he doesn’t give the woman a chance to second guess where she stands in his life, which is why I want us to spend more time together. I know that my schedule can be hectic, but I really like you, and I want us to be exclusive,” he said. I sat up in bed. “Exclusive?” I said.
“Yeah. How do you feel about that?” he said. “I’d like that,” I said. Progression means our relationship is going somewhere. We went from exclusive to officially a couple in a month, which was a total of four months since we’d begun dating.
On Valentine’s Day we got engaged, and that made seven months since we started dating. I had no idea where dating in my forties would take me, and although I had some crazy experiences, I continued my journey. I’m so glad I did. You never know where life will take you when you refuse to give up. It’s now a year later and we’re still in love, and planning our wedding.
I couldn’t be happier. So, if you’re thinking it’s too late for love, or to accomplish your dreams, it’s not. Step out on faith, and continue in faith, even when things get difficult. Live your life, and see where it takes you! Life is full of the unexpected.
It can be confusing or troubling at times. It can be weird and painful. There will be good days, and sometimes bad days. Then there’s those unexpected pleasant surprises that comes along and gives you hope, and reminds you that you have a God that looks out for every aspect of you, and concerns Himself with the things you’re concerned with. I realize I’m not lucky, I’m blessed. It’s not often that you come across love twice in a lifetime, but I did, and it was all because I wasn’t afraid to go after my heart’s desire and live!