Will He,won't He?

A Valentine’s dinner can easily turn into a comedy of errors…

- Ginny Swart

Gilly closed the menu and smiled up at the waitress hovering to take their orders. “I’ll have the chicken curry, thanks,” she said. “And for you, sir?”

Robert hesitated. “No, I’m not sure… perhaps the fillet steak? Yes, I’ll have the steak.” Then he had another thought. “What’s the paella like?”

“It’s very good, sir.”

“Right. Paella it is.” He gave a sigh of relief. Another decision made.

Gilly shook her head. Robert had such a problem making decisions, she wondered how he ever managed to choose which socks to wear.

He was such a lovely big bear of a guy who gave her a warm thrill of pleasure whenever they were close, she didn’t mind often having to make decisions for them both. Which movie to see. Where to park. Where to eat on Valentine’s Day.

But there was one decision she couldn’t make for him. Robert had to come to his own conclusion that they should be married.

When he did propose, she wanted it to be perfect. Perhaps a summer evening on a terrace, with gypsy violins playing and Robert on bended knee. To be honest, though, he wasn’t romantic enough.