Nora’s Valentine’s Day Fantasy
February 14, 2001
By: Nora Greenwald
This guy: He’s between 5-foot-7 and 6-foot tall — just tall enough that when she’s hugging him, her chin is just over his shoulders (and she’ll stand on her toes). Deep skin tone, dark hair and dark eyes with well-groomed shorter hair — curly or straight, it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t want a guy with a “pretty-boy face.” She prefers an athletic build, but not a bodybuilder. Someone who has muscle mass that’s honestly built — he maintains his agility along with his strength. Kind of like Crash.
Favorite body part: Forearms — she likes ’em masculine.
The date: He calls her with an invitation, describing the details of the day’s plan. He volunteers at a place for mentally handicapped, and there happens to a field trip planned. He knows she’d have a great time. Would she please join him? She agrees. He picks her up in the morning (not too early, around 10 a.m.) in the ultimate “muscle car,” a 1967 Chevelle Super Sport with a 396 engine, black exterior with stock interior. First they go to a mom-and-pop breakfast joint with great home cookin’. The staff there greets him — they know him, they like him, he’s popular. He’s wearing a T-shirt under a loose, GAP-type sweater and loose-fitting jeans. Over breakfast, she enjoys how entertaining he is. He doesn’t ask her a lot of questions. She can sit back and laugh. He’s interesting and fun.
After breakfast, they head to the field trip, which lasts from noon to 4 p.m. She enjoys watching him work, notices his compassionate manner and how he appreciates the blessing he has been given and the willingness to share it. She sees what’s in his heart. At the end of the field trip, it’s 60 degrees, there’s a cool breeze and she’s wearing a light jacket. They visit his cozy country home. There’s lots of land, maybe a horse, and his best friend — a golden retriever. They grab a cooler and put in soda, water, hot dogs, hot cocoa, marshmallows, cookies. They walk away from the house — about 100 yards — for a bonfire. They break off branches from a tree, put on hot dogs and make dinner. It’s very casual — no alcohol. The sun is setting to the west and the stars are creeping up from the east. They relax, lying in a T-formation (she is resting her head on his stomach). They talk – no “hanky panky,” because she wants to give this dream date time so that “lust doesn’t blur what love can be.”
It’s about 10 p.m. and it’s time for her to get home so she can watch SmackDown! (She taped it.) He drops her at the door. He doesn’t act needy — and again, no “hanky panky.” In fact, no mushy stuff allowed. He’s lighthearted and sincere as he says, “I had a great time. Let’s do it again sometime.”