Last post I wrote about the old black guy that asked me if I had plans for Valentine's day.

I went to the gym on Friday and I was right, I met him there. He asked again about my plans and said it would be much more fun to go out than sit alone at home. So my options were

 I chose a movie and dinner. We exchanged contacts and decided he would come and pick me up.

I had a hard time to decide what to wear. A nice dress or more casual. I went for a more casual look, jeans and a nice top.

When he came to pick me up he gave me a red rose, apologized it's Valentine's day after all. It was so cute. Not much to say about the movie, we saw Wuthering Heights. It's a romantic movie with drama so it was a good choice. He took me to a pretty fancy restaurant where we had a three course meal. He paid for everything, a real gentleman. We talked a lot and he's quite funny. I laughed many times. But I never asked about his age, and he never asked about mine. So I still don't know how old he is. I had a great time, best Valentine's in years. I was so great I felt sad it was coming to an end. I don't know it he could tell but in the car when he was going to drive me home he said the same thing and suggested we went to his place, but only if I wanted to, no pressure. I didn't want the day to end so we went to his place. He opened a bottle of wine and handed me a glass. He didn't take any himself, which I though was strange. When he saw I was puzzled he said he can't drink because he had to drive me home. A gentleman.

We ended up on his couch watching tv. He placed his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him. I was tired and it felt so good, so I fell asleep. When I woke up it was in the middle of the night. My head was in his lap and he was still watching tv. He said he could still drive me home or offered me to sleep on his couch. After him being so kind and having such a great night I said I didn't mind going to bed with him. But no sex. To be honest, I was to tired for sex.

In the bedroom I undressed and went to bed nude. He kept his boxers. Our heads came closer and closer together and when our foreheads touched we kissed. An amazing kiss, it didn't feel weird or strange at all to kiss a man so much older than me. I almost regretted saying no sex.

The next morning he made me breakfast and we had it in bed. When we were finished he drove me home. I gave him a kiss on the cheek when he dropped me off. It was the perfect romantic Valentine's day.