I’d been to our second date restaurant a lot over the years. Mom and I would come here whenever there was some extra money and the girls and I would come here to talk about boys. I was really glad to see The Captain liked it, too, because the food is really good and there are a lot of memories here.
And I’ll be honest, he was far from the first date who took me there. Boys liked it because they thought it was fancy, but I got the impression The Captain would be taking me to nicer places. Maybe even The Chancellors Room, the five-star restaurant at the luxury hotel in town, though I’ve learned a girl shouldn’t go hoping for stuff like that.
I was worried about to eat! I mean, I liked him even then and I wanted him to like me. I am such a worry-wart! It was obvious he liked me. He paid attention to me and made me feel important and no boy scoped me out like he did. But we girls don’t like to eat too much on the early dates. I mean, what if he thinks I was a hog?!
I really like their chicken fried steak, though. A lot. So when he asked what I was going to have – because The Captain orders for his Angel – I played it coy. I told him I couldn’t decide between some sort of ten-calorie salad or the chicken fried steak.
The Captain didn’t even blink. He asked if I wanted mashed potatoes or French fries and of course, I said mashed potatoes because that is the only proper side dish with chicken fried steak. He asked if I would present violent objection to starting with some mozzarella sticks and those are really good there, too, and I said I would dismiss the matter out of hand, which made him laugh.
I told him about my life.
I was born in town and had always lived here. I didn’t talk about my dad at all, which may have given him a clue I didn’t have one. He bailed on us when I was three. I now know why, but at the time I didn’t because all Mom ever said was being a dad was harder for him than it was for others. When I was in middle school Mom stopped talking about him with her sisters. I’d hear them on the phone and when they visited, though they didn’t talk about him much. It took me a while to realize they weren’t talking about him at all anymore and maybe my dad was dead. I don’t know.
And it doesn’t really matter! The Captain is not my dad; I wanted to do too many things with him, to him, in bed for that. For example, even though he was old enough to be my dad, I wanted this old man to fuck me and eat me out, but maybe not in that order. And I wanted his old man cock shoved down my throat.
From the very start, I felt protected and loved with the Captain. It was more than being attracted to him, which I was. It was a feeling of security that is hard to describe but the feeling is comforting because us girls need that.
I went away for college but I moved back because I like it here. I majored in English with a minor in Rhetoric. People always asked if I was going to be a teacher or a writer, but I said no, I had no desire to do either of those things, I merely enjoy the English language and wanted to know more about it.
I told him it wasn’t all that easy for an English major who had some zero desire to utilize her major to find the type of work that builds a career, but I was still young, even if 30 is getting closer and closer.
The Captain said he had never married, which I thought odd, because I’d always wanted to marry before I was 30. I asked him if he wanted to get married now. I played it off by laughing so he wouldn’t know how serious I was. Because a girl needs a husband and if he was just looking for a twenty-something piece of ass, well, I’d probably give it to him because I wanted him, but you know. I wasn’t looking for something long-term and casual.
Fortunately, he said yes, he was open to a good marriage, which was good to hear because I was, too.
A good second date. His pass was stamped to continue on with the courting process. He was a grown-up, and I was ready to be one, too.
Chapter 2: The Captain
Chapter 3: The Captain
The Angel and The Captain Homepage