note: This is a continuation of the other thread concerning post-op disclosure... 
Last night was just so perfect. We had planned another date, so I met him down by the wharf where he arrived on the ferry from downtown across the great harbour. It was a warm Autumn evening, very humid thanks to the earlier rains which had cleared and left the sunset sky a beautiful watercolor wash streaked with orange and azure and violet across the bay... We sat in the little open restaurant right down by the water, all the sailboats lined up like regal swans on the rippling Tasman Sea. We drank wine, and we talked about everything and nothing. After dark we took a walk out the pier, then down along the beach, under the tall and stately Norfolk Island pines which have solemnly guarded the shoreline for over a hundred years. It was there we paused, he put his arms around me and kissed me, softly, passionately. As human nature far older than the pines swept over me, I felt myself yielding to him, to his strong embrace, to his passion. Then he took my hand in his and we walked some more, stopped and kissed some more...
Out beyond the lights, the surf crashed into the rocks at the edge of the beach as my heart pounded, and my body could not help but respond warmly to his kisses. Though I had not necessarily planned on this being "the time", I knew that I couldn't let it go much further without telling him. This was it: all or nothing, cards on the table. I told him I had something I needed to say, and asked if we could walk back. So we made our way back around near the dock which was busy with people walking, talking, drinking, dining, and enjoying the beautiful night. I spoke to him of having a birth defect, which had been cured through the wonders of modern surgery. I told him everything was as it should be, now. I think what I was trying to say didn't quite register on him at first, but he told me not to worry, it was okay, I could tell him anything... I knew then I could because he was just being so sweet, but I broke down crying when I said I was afraid he wouldn't like me if I told him. Finally after thinking about what I'd revealed he understood, and it was done. He took me in his arms again and told me everything was okay. He told me all he sees is a woman he finds sexy and attractive and wants to be with; he said he would have never guessed if I hadn't told him and even if I hadn't, it would have been fine anyway.
And that was that. Above, the soft moonlight shone down on the water as he pulled me close to him and kissed me again... and again, and again. We walked back to the little seaside restaurant, hand in hand, and he told me he thought I was just acting shy before because I didn't want to be with him or something. I assured him this was not the case. We had more wine and talked on as the evening grew late. I could not have asked for a more perfect response, and he was the perfect gentleman. He wants to see me again, so we will see what happens...
the view from our table
