You can choose the movie.

Sir,

Would you choose a cosy café or a fancy cocktail bar? Would you wear a casual or formal shirt? Jeans or pants? Would you choose a walk in the streets or stroll in the park?

Do you plan to hold my eye contact longer than five seconds? Do you plan to hold my hand? Do you plan to venture your hand on my legs or my lower back? Do you plan to steal a kiss or ask for it?

Do you plan to make a corny joke, lick or bite your lips and then smile at me while giggling?

Just to anticipate. Assess my readiness. Prepare to hold on — or not.

Anyway, the invitation would have to come from you. Just know that my answer is "yes" and I'll be there. Wherever, whenever. Anything for you.

Oh, you're wondering what I have in mind? So many things. But one thing in particular… A spontaneous last minute decision to go to the movie theater. A shared glance, a smirk, a nod of common understanding.

Why? You know… Cosy chairs, lights off, tension. You can choose the movie, chances are I won't see much of it anyway.

And if you slide you hand on my tights, and run it high enough — slowly, gently — you may find a small surprise there. Something tells me you'll like it.

Once discovered, we might need to find the nearest emergency exit…