I met him on a Saturday with a small group of friends.

Sweet blue eyes and an adorable smile. He was tall and thin, goofy and unpretentious. He seemed surprised when he saw me, swearing we’d met before, but I knew we never had.

He and I talked for over an hour, telling stories and bringing out a unique silliness in each other. Sometimes we glanced over at other friends, just long enough to see them raise their eyebrows at us. Yeah, we knew we were being dorks. We didn’t seem to mind.

I asked him for his number before I left. I told him I’d call him sometime and he said he hoped I would with a wink.

The next morning, I woke up to a voicemail of him asking for my Avon order. So silly, but I laughed out loud and played it 3 more times. Instead of waiting for me to call, he’d asked a friend for my number and made the first move.

We talked for hours that Sunday night. Again, the conversation came so easily. He sent me a text message that Monday telling me “good morning” and we talked for 3 hours that night.

By Tuesday, I’d decided I wanted to ask him on a date. I hadn’t quite figured out where or when yet. As usual, he beat me to the punch.

“Can we go to dinner tomorrow?” he asked. “I’ll even pick you up at your house.”

I accepted his invitation with the biggest smile. Nobody had ever asked me out before, much less picked me up. Usually I did that. But actually, I was kind of excited to pass the pressure to someone else.

He called me at least 5 times that Wednesday. I hardly got any work done before our date, but I didn’t mind. We had a nice dinner and I was extra flirtacious. There was one specific moment where I leaned in to the table to see if he would too. He did, his big blue eyes fixated on me as he hung on every word. I knew at that moment that I had him.

After we ate, he drove me to a secluded hill where you could see the entire Nashville skyline. It was amazing. I never knew the spot existed, and apparently most people don’t.

He got a blanket out of the car and spread it on the grass. The velvety black sky was filled with stars and a big, bright moon. The autumn air was cool and crisp.

I was a bit tense at first, but I loosened up when he shyly rested his head on my chest. I pulled him in closely to let him know it was okay. Then I wrapped both of my arms around him as he stroked the hair of my chest underneath my shirt. He ran his fingers up and down my body, sending chills through me.

Time passed quickly—too quickly. He drove me to my house and walked me toward the front door. We stopped on the sidewalk, the moon hanging over our heads and our faces lit by the orange Halloween lights on my porch.

He spread his arms for a big, warm hug. I leaned in and we shared our first kiss. I thanked him for a great evening.

30 minutes later, he called to tell me “goodnight.” He hinted around about the status of things and I finally put his mind to rest.

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “There will be a second date.”

After the phone call, he sent me a text message. Then it was sweet dreams for both of us.

Awww! That’s so romantic. I’m so happy for you Nate.

Awwwwwww!

Oh, to be Romanced on a Starry, Starry Night…nothin’ sweeter!

Like a romance novel.

I hope all the best for you, Nate.

What a great sweet story. It just sounds so nice and put a smile on my face knowing you had such a nice date.