Of course I knew why he had brought the wine. It’s why every guy I’ve had any kind of relationship in the last ten years…okay okay don’t get all feminine explosive. You’re in the middle of a date so at least pretend to like the suggestion.

“Any kind of wine in particular?â€? he asked and I wanted to reach across the table and slap him. Like he really cared what kind? All he wanted to do was- damn it! You’re doing it again girl. Just chill out and relax. Honestly, I swear that I can be so damn anal about this stuff sometimes.

I put on my best fake smile. “Doesn’t matter to me. Long as it’s very old.â€?

He grins like a devil. “I’ll do my best to accommodate you.â€?

He says that like I’m some hotel bed he’s about to hop into. Okay bad images. Attractive he may be, but I am so not ready to take that step with him. Still…he smells really good.