Que Sera, Sera.

Saturday's date was great. Dinner at quaint Mom and Pop Italian restaurant followed by picking up some wine on the way home and enjoying the unseasonably warm weather on my patio. We ate, drank and were merry. Before we knew it, it was 2am. Both of us were tired, and probably a tad tipsy on wine but were so content and happy about the wonderful evening we enjoyed together that we didn't mind what the time was. He gave me a hug goodbye, I breathed in his scent and it gave me goosebumps. Probably more so than any first kiss ever has. It was warm, welcoming, genuine, and sincere. I wanted another one. I like him, he likes me. It's obvious but neither of us quite sure how we go past the friend zone. Que Sera, Sera. What will be, will be.