I've been posting stories about great hooks-up from my single days, and feel a little guilty about not thinking about my wife more often.
We had been dating a few weeks, and I was over her house for dinner. After the last time we hung out, I had the sense that this would be the night we got down to business.
Dinner was great (she's Italian), and we had a few bottles of wine. This was still the early part of dating where you feel like you can stay up all night with the person.