Monday, September 22, 2008
Of Morton's and this little fairytale.
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Started off at her place. The woman was more interested in sewing her skirts than going out with me or giving me the slightest attention. She took 50 minutes to change and prepare, i waited. But it was okay, the end result was gorgeous.
We bus-ed down to Flea-tique at the Art Museum. Took a look around she got a dress and we skipped to Raffles Shopping Centre where she got a nice little top from Topshop. I fucking love that top its bloody hot.
Anyway we found ourselves taking a slow walk towards the Oriental hotel. Hand in hand, smiles and anticipation into the soft red carpet and eventually outside Morton's the Steakhouse.
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Had our own customised menus with our names on them in a room of our own with a lighted candle by the side of the table.
I will say it again, Morton's have the best steak in the entire country. Eat cut is different, hers melted on tongues and the subtle taste of the meat and grilled outside spreads slowly through the entire mouth. Mine burst into flavour the moment you pop it in your mouth, each bite ends in a different taste, a little salty at the obscene good parts of the meat. The best New York Striplion you can ever have.
Sat across each other after dinner and I wondered, what did i do to deserve something like this. I couldn't help but just gave a genuine smile and try to remember that face the best i can..
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Exited with goodbyes.
Live Jazz music was on and we had a slow dance on the soft carpets.
I am so happy.
20th September was one of the best nights ever.
