I had a great time at the gala, better than expected. Jon is romantic and surprising. We danced to top 40 by the Van Goghs on the second floor, something admittedly, I'm terrible at. But it didn't matter, I had so much fun. Everyone at the gala knew Jon, and later I found out he ran for Congress last year - admittedly, I looked him up on Google to check the facts... It all registered. He's surprisingly humble, something the finance men of my past didn't give me. And the best part, is he listens. I'm not sure to take him seriously, I still have yet to really get to know him, and there seemed to be a good deal of women interested in taking my place at the gala, so I'll just enjoy the ride.
He lives right by the river, and at night you can see all the lights across the city. We had more French food and a good wine, though he didn't drink so he could drive me home. I'm having so much fun that, after a while, it didn't matter that he wasn't a knock-out, he's so smart and confident that you forget about his looks. And I really felt proud to be his date for the gala, especially in the sea of beautiful women, some prettier than I may ever be, vying to get his card. He matched his shirt to my new red satin peep-toes, and offered to buy new shoes with my help when I politely mentioned I didn't like them. He's absolutely brilliant, he taught philosophy for "fun" while on a case in Indiana and we talked over my wine and his sprite about Eastern knowledge, and, of course, the Secret. He is polite enough to talk about what I want to, even though I feel a bit silly sometimes, especially in realizing he ran for Congress. Clearly we aren't a match of minds, but he adores my personality so far, so why discourage it?
So, am happy and pampered, and all is right and well with the world again.
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