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“You’re beautiful too.”
    I felt my stomach lurch in a
disturbing way, so I just smiled at him. Now that the show had ended, the
crowds around us began to disperse, and the spell seemed to be broken.
“Alright,” Nate said, as we started to move away from the fountain. “What do
you feel like doing tonight? Did you already eat?”
    I shook my head. “No, we had a huge
lunch but our tickets for Cirque were right around dinner time.”
    “Then we should eat,” he said,
taking my hand. “What do you feel like?”
    “I’d be up for anything,” I said,
shrugging.
    “Well, that’s good,” he replied.
“Because Vegas happens to be very well-known as one of the culinary capitals of
the United States.”
    “Really?” I asked skeptically.
“Isn’t Vegas all about buffets and cheap casino comps?”
    He gasped in mock horror.
“Absolutely not! All of the great chefs have restaurants here. Bobby Flay,
Wolfgang Puck, Joel Robuchon.”
    I raised my eyebrows at him. “Bobby
Flay as in that guy from TV?”
    Nate shook his head at me sadly.
“Your culinary education is woefully lacking. You must allow me to rectify that
for you.”
    “Oh my God, you’re one of those
foodie people, aren’t you?” I asked. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna take me
to some place where the food is so fancy you don’t even want to touch it and
the portion is so small it would work better for Barbie doll. I’m a real girl,
okay? I have an appetite. ”
    “Please,” he said, tugging on my
hand. “Just trust me. You’re about to have the best meal of your life.”

 
 
 
 
    Chapter Ten

 
    ‘The first date is
such an important part of your mate-finding experience. It is essential that
you present yourself as the girl your new guy just can’t live without. It’s a
good idea to eat something small before you leave; you wouldn’t want to end up
starving and stuffing your face in front of Mr. Right. What a turn-off! It’s
also a good idea to abstain from drinking. Only one glass of wine with dinner,
if you must. A man looking for a wife isn’t going to be interested in a
beer-guzzler, ladies!’— The Single
Girl’s Guide to Finding True Love

 
    “I was right, wasn’t I?” Nate
asked, watching my face closely as I chewed. I wanted to keep him in suspense
for a while longer, but I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped my lips.
    “See!” he said triumphantly. “It’s
delicious, isn’t it? I told you!”
    I finished chewing and smiled at
him. “Yeah, it was pretty damn good.”
    I was surprised when Nate had
hailed a cab and taken us to this little restaurant set back from the craziness
of the strip. It seemed a little bit like a dive to me, definitely not as fancy
or chic as the places    I had been
frequenting thus far on my trip. But when Nate insisted we both order starters
before I formed an opinion, I agreed. He had begged me to let him order for me,
and his enthusiasm about my eating experience charmed me. I had ended up with
some steak-wrapped artichoke thing. And to tell you the truth, it was one of
the most delicious things I had ever eaten.
    “So you want to stay and order?” he
asked.
    “If the entrees are as good as that
starter, then I definitely want to stay.”
    He handed me the menu and I looked
it over.
    “What do you think?” he asked, his
face lit up like a little kid at a toy store. I had to admit, it was kind of
cute.
    “It looks kind of eclectic,” I
said. I was no food expert (that was Jen’s department) but even I could
recognize a wide gamut of influences on this menu, from Italian to American to
French.
    “That’s the beauty of it!” Nate
said. “They’re not bound by labels or traditions. They just make really good
food.”
    “Okay, you’re gonna need to chill
out a little bit,” I told him, laughing. “This place has already won me over.
No need to oversell.”
    He laughed too. “Sorry, this is
just one of my favorite restaurants.”
    “I didn’t