I stand in my room, debating on which tie to put on for my date with Psyche. I know he can't see me, but I believe that looking refined makes you feel refined, and besides, I would feel awkward if he was all dressed up for our date and I wasn't. 

I finally decide on a blood red tie, and carefully tie it around my neck, humming as I adjust it. Now that I'm done adjusting my tie, and I still have a while before I have to pick up Psyche, I sit on the edge of my bed. 

I glance at my king sized bed for a moment. Maybe one day Psyche will lie next to me in this bed. But in order for that to happen, we have to hit it off first, which is why this first date is so important. 

If I mess this up, Psyche might resent me for it, and the thing I want most in the world is for him to be happy. Even if that means breaking off our marriage. But hopefully it won't come to that. I look at my watch. It's time to pick up Psyche.

I knock on Psyche's bedroom door gently. "Just a minute," he calls, so I wait patiently. After a while, Psyche opens the door and exits his room. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, I didn't think it would take that long." His face is flushed red with embarrassment. 

"No, it's no trouble! And you getting ready was definitely worth the wait," I say, blushing myself. And it's true. Psyche has braided some of his hair so that it rests like a crown on the top of his head. He's wearing makeup, too. His lipstick exactly matches the red of my tie, but it's not like he can see it. 

His outfit looks great on him, of course. He's wearing a white button down shirt with the top button undone, crisp white pants, and gleaming white shoes. "Good thing it's not after Labor Day," I remark. He giggles, which makes him look even more gorgeous, a feat previously thought impossible. 

"May I take your arm, good sir?" I ask. "How could I turn down a perfect gentleman such as yourself?" He tips an invisible hat at me. I gently grasp his arm and lead him to our destination. Psyche gasps when we arrive. 

I've taken him to the balcony, where we can view the whole city while dining beside luscious greenery. I pull out a chair for Psyche and he sits down. After I see that he's seated himself, I join him at the other side of the table. Psyche glances at the rose I've placed in the middle of the table. "Wow, this rose is beautiful," he breathes, staring at it. 

"You're far more beautiful than that rose, and any other living thing on this planet." Psyche looks down. "Stop it," he mumbles, turning redder than the rose. After a moment Psyche speaks again. "Where's the food?" he wonders out loud. "I'll go get it. I was just procrastinating for a bit because I really don't want to leave you." 

Before Psyche can say another word I whisk myself into the kitchen and grab the plates I've prepared. I walk back out to Psyche and put our dishes down in front of us. 

"For a starter course I have prepared this delectable dish. It is the greenest, freshest vegetable ever, taken directly from my garden. And adorning this luscious vegetable is a sauce that is one of the creamiest you'll ever taste," I say, sitting down in my chair. 

Psyche laughs. "You've really sold me on this salad with ranch dressing," he says, taking a small bite. "Have you ever considered being a spokesperson?" I adjust my napkin on my lap and dig in. "No, I think I make a much better chef," I say. Psyche smiles. 

The rest of the evening goes by in a flash. After our main course of chicken wings (the richest, most decadent meat ever cooked to perfection with a beautiful golden brown coating), I put our silverware away as Psyche walks back into the house. "That was a perfect date, thank you." He grins at me as we walk to his bedroom door. 

"It was my pleasure, I'm just glad you enjoyed it." I wait for Psyche to go into his room, but he lingers by the door. He looks so small and timid standing up against the large door. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" I ask him softly. Psyche nods vehemently. I place my hands on his cold face, and lean forward, closing my eyes. 

I kiss him gently, but he kisses back with much more passion, his cheeks slowly warming up. I don't want to stop, but it's late. Besides, this is only our first date. I sigh, pulling away. 

"As much as I enjoy this, I think we should rest right now. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" I pat his cheek. He nods. "Goodnight," he murmurs, disappearing into the darkness of his bedroom and closing the door behind him. "Goodnight, Psyche," I whisper back and walk back to my room, grinning from ear to ear while wiping his lipstick off of my face.