not really up all night but it felt like it. woke up feeling like i got hit the night before. i went a full week just eating salads and skating every night. but i took a break from the healthy nonsense to have a romantical evening out with helen. she had asked me out early in the week, it was fun putting it on my schedule, having that to look forward to all week. a little old fashioned date. she picked me up and we ended up somewhere in the hills of topanga canyon at some fancy restaurant. im not sure why she chose this place although she kept referring to it as a fairy tale. i think in helens mind shes perfectly suited for this type of dining experience. but in reality i think we're both more suited for chuck e cheese. i dig getting dressed up and i dont mind eating at a fancier place, but call me silly, id like to know what im eating. if i cant pronounce it, its probably not going to end up passing my lips. but i gave it a go. the environment was reasonably relaxed as we dined outside, among the forestry type things. well technically we didnt dine at all. we sat there reading our menu. helen mispronouncing items. i, thinking to myself, spaghetti, red beet gnocchi, and mangoes, does that really go together as a dish? what is the sauce? the mango juice? i dont get it. and i didnt. because the waiter never came. we sat there for upwards of 20 minutes without anyone checking in on us. our menus were closed and nobody cared. so we got up and left. the hostess passed us on the way out with a bewildered look. so i eased her curiosity by explaining that we hadnt been acknowledged in twenty minutes. she told us that "thats highly unusual". she then offered to buy us wine on our next visit back. without slowing down to escape the madness that is that restaurant i said "oh no, i would never come back here". helen turned to me and said "thats why i love you". at one point in my life i wouldve caused a scene. like a really big scene. instead i just say a few words and leave. no point in getting angry over something so silly. and it was silly. their menu was listed in order of esoteric value. now that is funny. we drove further down the canyon to the beach. watched as the moonlight danced across the surface of the ocean and made our way to santa monica. we ate italian food at a place she and i had been to before. helen looked stunning in a cute little plum dress. glimpses of a leopard print lingerie peaked out from undercover. after a full meal we collapsed back at my place. she asked for pajamas, so i gave her a pair of my boxes and a small vneck shirt. i can not begin to tell you how sexy i think it is when a woman wears mens clothing. especially sleep wear. we layed out on the couch and watched the end of a documentary about sex on vh1. my head rest between her amazingly smooth legs. her hands massaging my head. one thing lead to another and we ended up making love. not once but twice. it was a late night but it was well worth it all.