Surprise!

Last night the SSM returned from a trip across the country where he was apartment hunting – have I mentioned that he is moving in three weeks? No? That is a story for another day … Last night he was flying in and I decided to go to his apartment and surprise him. He has given me the code to the front door and showed me the spare key so I can come and go as I please.

It was a low key surprise on my part, no outfits, or food and wine, or candlelight, just me in bed reading my favourite novel – A Prayer For Owen Meany. He seemed happy but not that surprised that I was there when he walked in (Ed. Note roomie just told me that he called the house from the airport last night, so I probably deduced I was there). We had a lovely little reunion and then lounged around in bed eating fresh cherries and talking about our respective weekends.

While he was been away we had been texting and one of his texts said we should do something fun on Tuesday night. I replied with I love that idea where do you want to go? What do you want to do? He told me he would think about it and get back to me. So as we ate our cherries and talked about our weekend I asked if he had something fun for us to do tonight. “Yep” he said with a large grin. “What are we doing?” I asked and pressed right against his face to get more details. “You will have to wait until tomorrow.” He said. “So, it’s a surprise? Will you call me when you are done work and tell me the plan?” I said – because I am a girl who needs a plan. “I will call you tomorrow, and tell you what you need to wear. And that is all I am going to say”

I am excited about the surprise, and a little nervous. Given my knowledge of the SSM I don’t think this will be a ball gown affair, or even a fancy dinner. I have a distinct suspicion that I will be told to wear long pants and hiking boots and that I will end up wandering through the underbelly of the city, or on a construction site 30 floors up on an unfinished high rise. “Fun” is a relative term.

More tomorrow.

The Single Girl