I perched on the chair on my side of the bar. Here I sat watching as he created a wonderful meal of shrimp and pasta purchased fresh that morning. Here I sat smelling the wonderful spices blending together as we chatted about work and family and the week ahead. And now, here I sat, meal completely enjoyed, table cleared, and feeling quite content. He busily finished kitchen clean-up while I contemplated the ending of a wonderful meal and a nice day.
My mobile phone sat on the counter next to me when an idea hit. I picked it up and quickly found his number to send a text:
Thank you for a wonderful meal sexy, and a great day.
Less than a second passed before he looked at me and then read the text.
I dislike mobile phones for various reasons. I dislike the way some allow their phones to interrupt and take priority over a meal with family or friends or something similar. They have become a means of side stepping personal interaction, but... (and isn't there always a but?)
But there are times when being able to send a fun, and dare I say flirty text, add to an evening or seem to cap off a wonderful time shared.