Hmmm...I would have to say that I would serve something unusual, but not high-maintenence. I have a couple of original recipes that I like to whip out when I'm feeding someone who knows something about food. I also cook according to season, so assuming he's coming for dinner this weekend, I'd probably fire up the grill and make my signature lamb kebabs with mint-cucumber yogurt*.
On the side I would serve spinach salad and risotto. To drink, I would serve Biltmore Estates Cardinal's Crest, a deliciously dry cabernet that is available locally. I would also have some Cuervo and Coke on hand since I am a hard-liquor kind of girl. I would probably also offer him Carolina Blonde or another beer from a local distillery. (I am big on local things.) For dessert, I would serve warm, made-from-scratch brownies with vanilla ice cream a la mode.
After dinner, Pedro, Chris, Mrs. Onstad and I (as I assume his wife would accompany him) would retire to the family room with dessert drinks (black tie martini, white russian, etc.). We put our feet on the coffee table and chat about computers, national news, various events of historical significance, cultural differences between the Carolinas and California -- whatever springs to mind. If the conversation lags, I would suggest that we play a sprited game of Cranium or Taboo. (Pedro and I kick ass at Taboo. We're like Will and Grace.) Eventually, we would all get wasted and spend the rest of the evening experimenting with new alcoholic beverages until we vomit or pass out.
The next morning, Mr. and Mrs. Onstad would awaken on the living room floor and slip out quietly without waking us. Weeks would pass; they wouldn't return our phone calls. Three months later, I'd receive an e-mail from Chris saying that it just wasn't going to work out. We would never speak of it again.
*Recipe in Tastes