Leaving the cougar behind

There's something to be said for sharing food Tapas style. My favourite restaurant in my little town is a fabulous tapas bar where the menu and wine list change often. I love the place and have spent many hours there with many friends to the point that the manager knows me and greets me by name.

This past Sunday I had the best time ever with VNN. We went out for a movie and dinner. The King's Speech and tapas. I would have liked to have seen True Grit being the true blue Coen Brothers fan that I am but agreed to the Firth film and was not at all disappointed. Firth has finally left Mr Darcy in the dust.

Then it was tapas time. VNN had a wine flight with his share of the food. Red wine. Not my thing at all. Now interestingly, I could certainly smell the difference in the wines, but they all three tasted like..... red wine. He thought that was pretty funny, and couldn't understand how I couldn't tell the difference. It's a flaw no doubt. Oddly though, my scotch tasting palate is much more well defined, which he appreciates.

The intimacy of sharing plates of food and enjoying glasses of wine just made for a fabulously lovely evening. We shared food, talked, stole a kiss or two, held hands and just *really* enjoyed each other's company. I can totally feel myself starting to fall for this man. He has a presence and a style as well as an ability to just be in the moment with me. I am kind of overwhelmed by all that. And so totally not used to it at all.

And to think I wanted to date someone ten years younger than me. Well, there's certainly nothing wrong with being the "younger" woman instead of the cougar I thought I wanted to be. Nothing at all.