Mozart

Shawn and I said our goodbyes to Brooke and headed to Puttanesca, an amazing Italian restaurant in Midtown Manhattan. We toasted with a raspberry merlot, and dined over an assortment of seafood and ravioli in vodka sauce. Besides excusing myself to use the restroom, there was never a lull in the conversation and nothing but smiles and stares. Without divulging too much information, I will say we ended up walking back to Lincoln Center, where I serenaded him with "When I Fall In Love" (no hidden meaning) while we danced under the stars. A first for both of us. After the moment, I walked him to his car and he drove me to my subway stop. He's the perfect gentleman, handsome, and out of the park hysterical.
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