"Gonna Make this a Night to Remember"

"Get ready...tonight. Gonna make this a night to remember!" Shalamar is amazing. My mom has the record from back in the day. I used to put it on the record player and put it on 45 speed. I loved listening to that song fast.

Tonight should be a night to remember. The past few days have brought horoscopes into my inbox speaking of nothing but love. I'm on the verge of something big and new. Love is looking really good. Today my horoscope told me that whatever I wanted, I should ask for because chances are I'll get it. It also said that I should be careful and think through things carefully. It said that I can put myself in situations when seeking attention. I'm a little hesitant but willing to keep my eyes and ears open.

I've had a hard time concentrating in class all day. I have had my head in the clouds. My thoughts have been elsewhere. Last night I stayed home. The conversations on the Gay.com chat room led me to Scott. Scott is in his thirties. He just moved to Norfolk all of seven days ago today. We talked about Norfolk, and about food, and before I could even suggest it, he invited me to his condo next week to cook dinner for me. It will be perfect. We'll spend an evening in, share great conversation, and get to know each other in a comfortable setting. I read his profile carefully. It read like a recipe including all great traits under the ingredients section. There was even a warning against bitter, jealous, and mean people. It was clever, and kind, and spoke volumes to his character. I was entirely impressed. He gave me his e-mail, but figuring it'd be a nightmare trying to orchestrate dinner plans through such an inconvenient medium, I gave him my cell number. He gave me his, having to look it up since it's a new number for him. His parents are in town for a few more days, so once he's situated, I'll go over. I told him I could show up early and help him cook. He suggested I hang out and drink wine and let him do all the work. I offered to bring over my iPod and my jack so I could hook it up to his speakers. He said he has XM, so I'm sure I'll be able to find a good smooth jazz channel. I envisioned myself sitting comfortably, wine in hand, smiling and talking to Scott as he cooked. I'd walk up from behind, set my class down, and wrap my arms around him from the back. He'd look over his shoulder, smiling, setting down his cooking utensils, and kiss me sweetly. I'm horribly romantic I'm afraid.

I looked back over Scott's profile today. I was skimming it and saw that he is a lawyer. His weaknesses included blue-eyed southern boys. That's not me, but I am southern by birth. How does the saying go? "American by birth, Southern by the grace of God." It brings to my head a quote from "Sweet Home Alabama." "Go back to your double wide and deep fry somethin'!"

I called him as planned on his lunch break. I was between classes, so it worked out beautifully. He was waiting to have his car towed. His tire was flat. He removed the lug nuts himself but wasn't able to get the tire off, so he had to call a towing company. The phone call was cut short so he could insure that the towing people get into the gate of his complex. Apparently he lives in a condo in a gated community. He asked if I had plans tonight and I said no. He said he may have to stay late to work on a contract, but he'd like to get together for drinks or something. I guess this pushes the date a little bit forward. I'm still banking on next week being amazing. I almost don't want to go to his condo tonight because I don't want to spoil the future magic.

He's gorgeous. Half Puerto Rican and half mutt (as he referred to his father's nationality in his profile). He's my height but weighs in about thirty pounds heavier than myself. He hits the gym regularly. He walks to work since it's less than five minutes away. This is great. I really like that. I'm so impressed by him with the little bit I know so far. His voice is deep and calming. His arms are bulky and scream to be around me (if I do say so myself).

When the evening is finished and everything has unfolded, I'll be sure to write in agonizing detail the events of the evening. I can't wait. I'm breathless and on cloud nine. I shouldn't put all my eggs in one basket, I know. Love deeply. It's the only way to live. What do I have to lose?