2004-12-12 - 6:04 p.m.

i had dinner with k on friday and i think it may have been the most perfect date i've ever been on. after a leisurely aperativ of aglianico and a lazy italian meal, the cheesecake at monte's was so delicious i giggled thorugh the entire dessert course. afterwards, we wandered along gowanus canal and ducked into neon-washed bars along smith street.

deeply ensconced in the leatherette couch at the second bar, our conversation flowed as freely as the wine. we planned roadtrips and art projects. we talked literature and music and technology. in a lull, he asked me what was on my mind.

'do you really want to know?'

'yes, i really, really want to know'

'i'm trying to think what i will have to do to make out with you.'

'really?'

'yes, and to be honest, that's what i've been thinking about for at least half the evening.'

startled, he looked around at the half-dozen other couples making out in darkened corners of the bar.

'you don't want to make out here, do you?' he asked tentatively.

'i'm completely flexible on the location.'

with a flourish, he swallowed the remainder of his drink and said 'let's get out of here'.