I have big plans for tonight. Just me and him.
I'm going to cook a lovely dinner. Maybe with candle light to set the mood. But maybe not. I don't want to put any pressure on him. Don't want him to think I want him to feel something he doesn't. Maybe I'll open a bottle of wine. White, not red, to ease the nerves.
He's not a big talker. Conversation might be a bit stilted. Almost like talking to myself. But I'm used to that sort of thing. To find an intellectual equal sometimes a girl must talk to herself.
Maybe I'll put on some music to get us through it. I'm thinking something like John Farnham. Nothing like serenading your loved one with 'Sadie the Cleaning Lady' to set the mood.
And after dinner, I've got quite a selection of movies to set the mood. Maybe we'll sit on the couch together. But probably not cuddling. He doesn't seem like a cuddler.
And when we're ready, we'll move to the bedroom. Where we will most likely celebrate our love.
And afterwards I'll wash him and put him in the drawer where he belongs, with the others of his kind.