A Day at the Beach

The next few weeks Tony and I spent a lot of time together. Dinner dates, lunch dates, movie dates, time just spent together at his place or mine. We grew closer and as the days went by I learned about his life: likes and dislikes, routines, goals and dreams. I shared all of this with him too. He was strong, protective, and decisive but at the same time he was sensitive and caring. The doubts and insecurities I had started slowly fading away. When he was around I had no doubts, it was a touch or a look that showed that he wanted to be with me. I found myself trusting and loving him more and more every day. Maybe I wasn't meant to be alone after all and if things kept going as well as they were I could see myself planning a different future, one with Tony.

We had been dating for almost a month, and on a sunny Saturday morning we decided to head to a beach just outside L.A. We had packed a picnic lunch and planned on staying until it got dark. It had been a busy week for Tony with the trial and we were both looking forward to spending the whole day together.

Tony was wearing gray cargo shorts, a blue Athletic Wear tee with sneakers and his Angels ball cap. I was wearing jean capris, a light-blue tank top and flip flops.