Where did I leave off? oh. Right. Dinner...Circa.

This place is absoultely awesome. We first walked into a dusky blue-lite room. They had scores of sapphire crystal tea-light holders placed every few feet down the bar, but what catches your eye first is the several huge wrought iron stands with about 12 tiers full of the same darkblue candles set along the right-hand wall, on either side of a half-dozen archways. They looked like they had been swiped from a Catholic Church. The matier'd was centered off to the left 3/4 the way down the room up on a podium.

By chance we actually got a table. This was the Saturday after V-day so a lot of the resturants were booked. After we were seated I still couldn't resist looking around. The ceilings were at least 50-60 feet high, walls, floor, and columns all marble. R, proceeded to tell me that this used to be an old bank, and down stairs the door to the valut was still intact and they had seating -- in the vault! Awesome. I'm impressed.

R was familiar with this resturant and quite a lot of the other high-end establishments in Philly because he used to valet-park for each one of them in turn, over the course of 4 years, managing for two & a half of the four.

We had a really nice dinner, and the food was excellent of course. When we left, R asked me if I felt like going to a movie at the Ritz in the city, or at the one by his house. I was starting to get tired, so I told him that I wanted to go back to Jersey. Really, we had just spent over 2 hours at the Theatre and an hour eating, and I really didn't feel like sitting anymore. On the way past the theater (*author's note: i use Theatre for something on stage and theater for the movies)

R asked me if I wanted to see a romantic movie. Which one? Italian for Beginners. I declined in favor of relaxing at his house.

'Fine next time I won't try to be a romantic boyfriend.' That was alright by me.

"As long as you don't start going around in a wife-beater and asking me to fry you up a steak, we'll be fine."

'Woman. As soon as we get back to the house, you better, get in that kitchen where you belong and get me some eats.'

We both dissolved in giggles. It's nice. I feel like we're getting along so much better now. Lately it's been bothering me that we wouldn't even laugh together. Hopefully this won't just be a phase.

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