Two months ago I met you in a restaurant. The air was icy from the skating rink across the way. The music was a vibe complimentary to your composure. You met me with a smile and a firm hello. You were so genuine and I so reserved, with a skepticism towards you brewing near tangible. You asked me the generic questions and we played ball for what seemed like an eternity. Then I asked your intentions, hoping while knowing…and dreading. Your answer was as expected. I replied lying saying “me too”; looking for the nearest exit, regretting having showed up.
Looking at us now, it’s almost silly to think you got to me, or got me, at all.
As we exited the restaurant and climbed the escalator, I remember looking at your bottom and feeling myself smile. You’d made me a pervert! And it was well worth it. When we grabbed coffee and sat, I noticed a shift in your demeanor. I think that was the first time I saw your confidence waver; it was the first time I knew you were into me too. You must’ve put me in a trance by then because I can’t recall who kissed who. However, I do recall having butterflies and being impressed by what that mouf do. I don’t know why I thought you’d be bad at it. Turns out I’m the one who’s bad at it lol.
I think date 2 was the first time we slept together? How funny. It was fast, but I had the house to myself and I liked you enough to risk the mistake. You came over in your little tennis outfit, smelling like soap and expensive cologne. I led you into my dark room, with the array of candles, and music for background. I could tell you were nervous. I was nervous too. I had taken an edible and some whiskey to make myself go through with it. I think you knew though. In the way you kissed me, and touched me, and treated me like a lady; you made me feel something again. I remember thinking your girlfriend was lucky.
I think we showed up matching in all black. Look at us, so goth. We met at the Starbucks, and made our way to the nearby pond. You took my hand and steadied me while I tried to maneuver the brick cracks in my stilettos and pencil skirt. You are such a gentleman, have I told you that? On the way, we grabbed gelato and chatted about your experiences and Europe. I picked a bench overlooking the water and then you wrapped your arm around my shoulder. We fit so right. I was putting my face to your chest and you caught it with your kiss. You tasted so sweet and tropical. We talked more in depth, knowing things had changed. The water reflected in your eyes, and your skin gleamed from the peaking sunbeams. I was so insecure, but you reassured me with the smallest of gestures. Then at my car door, when you pressed against me, when you melted onto me, when you whispered into me…then I knew. You’d made me lucky.
