Dear Diary: Novgorod Nights

Dear Diary: Novgorod Nights

A New Hope

My phone buzzed on the coffee table, and a jolt of excitement shot through me as I saw the message from Dimitri. A few weeks of witty messages and playful banter had sparked a sense of curiosity, a welcome change from the string of disappointing dates I'd recently endured. His online profile, a tasteful blend of tailored suits and photos hinting at exotic travels, had initially caught my eye.

But what truly captivated me was the subtle charm that peeked through his messages – a hint of a foreign accent that promised a touch of mystery. "Global business ventures" – his career description – fueled my imagination with images of a worldly and intriguing man.

The First Meeting

Dimitri, having just returned to town, surprised me with reservations at a quaint French bistro tucked away on a charming side street. Stepping inside, the aroma of warm bread and simmering sauces instantly transported me to a Parisian café. My eyes scanned the room, and then I saw him.

Dimitri stood out, he exuded an aura about him that was calm but not overbearing, his casual fit was still of quality wearing a cashmere thin sweater and black slacks and loafers, hugging his dad's bod perfectly. As he approached, his smile was genuine, his eyes sparkling with warmth. A wave of old-world charm washed over me as if I'd stepped into a classic black-and-white movie.

The conversation flowed effortlessly from the moment we sat down. It felt like champagne bubbles – light, playful, and bursting with joy. We discovered a shared love for hidden gem cafes tucked away in bustling cities, exchanging stories of our favorite finds. Dimitri spoke of his close-knit family back in Russia, his voice softening as he described boisterous gatherings filled with laughter and steaming plates of traditional food. His deep appreciation for family resonated with me, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest.

Throughout the evening, Dimitri was nothing less than a true gentleman. He was genuinely interested in my life, asking thoughtful questions and actively listening to my answers. A refreshing change from the usual encounters of shallow conversations or overly flirtatious remarks. With Dimitri, I felt respected and valued, a piece of excitement within me for the first time in a long time from my male counterpart.

As the last rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow on the bistro, we made plans for a day-date over the weekend. Dimitri suggested a relaxing day at a private cabana overlooking the sparkling blue ocean. He mentioned good food, light drinks, and the promise of a gentle sea breeze. My heart fluttered at the idea – not overly extravagant, but undeniably special.

Leaving the bistro that night, a sense of hopeful anticipation swirled within me. There was a magnetism about Dimitri, a feeling that he might just be the whole package – successful, adventurous, and genuinely kind. It almost felt too good to be true, but for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to indulge in the possibility of something extraordinary blossoming from this connection.

Driving home, the cool night air brushed against my cheeks, as I drove through these streets with the window down. I replayed the evening in my mind, Dimitri's charming laugh echoing in my ears. It was still early days, and Dimitri was still under vetting, but the undeniable connection between us couldn't be ignored.

"Pinch me," I whispered to myself, a smile playing on my lips. "This almost feels like a scene straight out of a fairytale!"

With a renewed sense of optimism, I looked forward to our upcoming date, excited to see where this unexpected journey with the Russian gentleman might lead. The dating world is full of surprises, and I was more than ready to enjoy my piece of the cake.