Nothing poetic about it. only i remember everything. THrsday October 27, 2016 Out of work early one night with plenty of time to kill before the next bus took me back to NJ. Only I walked into Papillon Bar & Bistro and missed all the buses that night, all because of the cool, calm, and collected lady in blue who rebuked my initial advance and request of meeting for lunch by saying, "Lunch, that's not a date." SO, by the end of the evening I had scored a date with the woman who did not want to talk to me from the beginning, only did so at the urging of her new at the time boss, Bernadette, and had given myself the weekend to prepare. She made that weekend fly by, I felt like a teenager again, talking, literally calling on the phone, for hours on end. That SUnday the 30th of October we were on the phone so long i decided to take a Uber to meet Ana, from Jersey City to the Upper East Side. She was wearing a skeleton outfit. That was the beginning of our evening. Next night, October 31 was the big date. I asked Ana not to look up the location and only se the address provided. She begrudgliny obliged as it was an uncommon request, about as uncommon as a guy in manhattan calling on the phone. There are to many details of why this was my last first date. I knew then I had to be her forever man. Holding hands and walking here home was uncharted territory, yet chivalry is not dead. Ana found that out that night on the walk home. Ask her, she'll gladly tell you. I have more words to this, but the story is proudly told by yours truly always. I love my woman and these days to #LifeAsLambo can't come fast enough.