Well, as it's your thread I can't be accused of chatting
I went with a bottle of Baileys (too sweet for me now but I loved it then) and a bottle of baby oil and put them down on the table when I arrived and said, "That's the entertainment sorted then!"
He was the best kisser I have ever met. Every man I've kissed since has been held to his standard. Even thinking about it now gives me an all-over body blush.
No more details though, I am a lady dontcha know!