What to wear, what to wear? It’s seven o’clock and I’m still standing in front of my closet. The last time I had a hot date sans my dream world, Santa Claus was skinny. Okay, I exaggerate, but not by much. This dinner is going to be special, and I’m very nervous.
Alright, something dressy, but not trying too hard…hmmm. I finally choose a burgundy long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, and black Italian shoes (pinched toes be damned). Ready!
Hopping on MARTA, I take the train northbound five stops to Arts Center station, and then walk down the hill on 15th Street to Colony Square. Houlihan’s is across the street on Peachtree. It’s eight o’clock on the dot. Christian is waiting for me at the restaurant, standing next to the hostess. I love a man who’s always on time. He’s wearing a cerulean blu
