Perfect

That's what it was

Perfect.

That's what she is

Perfect

wow

Smitten went back to bed for a snooze just now. I'm blogging and clearing up all the dishes and stuff.

I spent a little too long blogging and researching psychological triggers yesterday, so my preparation was about 30 minutes behind schedule, so that didn't make me completely happy. But given that we had no truly defined timeline for supper it didn't matter.

I figured it was better for the evening for me to become more self-aware and to get past the panic/anxiety attacks I was having all day yesterday as I relived things while blogging and researching. So I put that in front of preparation. (i actually had to shower later in the evening to get rid of the sweat and oily feeling i had from the anxiety attacks)

We drank wine and listened to music.

I cooked.

The table was wonderful. I took a picture of my pre-date setup but forgot to take one with the food on it.

Oh, well.

The meal was perhaps the best meal I've ever had.

No - really

I've eaten a lot of places around the world and this was topnotch from a flavour and preparation standpoint. I am awesome.

Dim sum - shrimp, pork in wrapper, and little pork dumplings

hoisin/sesame/peanut dip and Schezuan hot oil with crispy chilis still in it

msot of the meal was Schezuan based

Mushrooms - several varieties of chinese mushrooms and fungus - highly flavourful with appropriate bizarre textures - ginger/garlic/hot oil/soy/hoisin

Spicy hot eggplant with onion, green onions, and parsely - cooked with sherry and soy

Broiled salmon - small pieces with skin on one side served on a plate with spicy stir fried green beans cooked with whole red chilis and cashews

It was really good.

She was blown away by the effort and preparation and the food itself

I was on top of the world.

we talked, and listened to music, and shared

we touched and kissed

we showed each other more pictures from our lives

I showed her my collection of boat/sailing magazines and the websites i frequent to pay homage to my fantasies about sailing/cruising

She wasn't derisive of my fantasy like Mrs_C. she had no idea of mrs_c's reaction. Smitten was all over the fantasy. I shared my ideas of how I could actually make it happen. How I could spend a year tooling around the Caribbean and another year tooling around the Mediterranean. I've researched it. Painstakingly - for about 3 and a half years. That was the fantasy of freedom that helped me through a lot of rough spots with my fibromyalgia.

she loves the idea of learning to sail.

She discovered my Joe Satriani CDs. She was so happy. She has never met anyone else that likes Joe Satriani before. We even have the same favourite song of his. That has some SUPER significance to Smitten that I still do not know. She was really happy.

Grand marnier and snifters, incense and dancing, music and laughter.

It was a wonderful evening and night. And as far as yesterday's up and down disfunctions... for the most part everything worked for me fully all the way through last night (for about 5 hours). You can imagine I am pretty happy about that.

I think it will be a matter of practice and erasing some old pathways and I will be OK. Even with occasional issues and triggers affecting me I'm still good, and Smitten is very understanding and willing to vary activity to accommodate me.

I made her Japanese green tea and coffee this morning and we lounged about in the nude. We talked and she read more of my sailing magazines.

Now she's sleeping again. I guess I kept her awake too long [heh].

Laundry calls - talk to you later