When I was with my sorors after a stepshow at CAL last semester, we went to get something to eat at Bubba Gumps in San Francisco (Pier 39). So, as we're on our way to the resturant, I get a call on my cell. My boyfriend says he'll meet us there. I was estatic!
So, my sorors and I are seated and about halfway through our meal when he arrives. My sand is sitting next to me and she turns to me and says "Isn't that him over there?" I looked and confirmed that it was indeed him. He didn't see us (crowded resturant) and the waitress directed him away from our table. So my sand tells me to go get him. More specifically she said "Girl, you better go get your man!" So I got up, and walked after him (ok, now start the sappy music) I walked up behind him and called his name and he turned around and looked at me. That's when
EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY in the room dissappeared.(Have you ever been watching a movie were the main character was in a crowded room and suddenly the camera zooms in on that person and all of the background noise dissappears?
That's what it was like!) All I heard was him say was how much he missed me and he was glad to see me AFTER he kissed me.
WEEEEEEE! In the 29+ years I've been alive, I have never felt like that about ANY man.
Back to the story. Since we (sorors) were still eating, he decided to meet me at a reaturant/bar. He just wanted to get a bite to eat and not a full dinner. So, we all finished our dinner, and I met him at Dante's. We sat there eating gelato (sp?)--Italian ice cream-- for a good 1&1/2 hours. Feeding each other of course!
Although I've always known the difference between love and lust, now I really know the difference. Love is so much more wonderful, real and lasting.
And yes, I never heard the end of it from my sorors that night.