I’m late. He’s sitting at a table in a corner, staring at his phone, beer in front of him. I approach and he jumps up with a quick hug. I apologize profusely, but he shrugs it off, and makes room for me to sit next to him instead of across from him. We both smile at that.
“Are we drinking tonight?” I ask.
“Look, as long as you can keep your hands to yourself when
you drink and don’t try to take advantage of me, you can have whatever you
like.”
I give him the "Boy, bye" face, and then we order oxtails, rice and peas, sip on
rum punch, and talk about work and Selma and Mike Brown, past relationships and hurt and friends
and happiness and being nervous about our first date, and being happy it is
turning out better than expected. I’m surprised when he tells me that he’s been
fidgety all day, waiting for this moment. We are one in the same.
The restaurant manager stops by our table to welcome us, and
comments on our energy. “Glad to see you’re enjoying yourselves.” Our food
eventually grows cold from too much talking with animated hands and listening
with serious eyes and belly laughs with thigh slaps and a whole lot of “Yeah,
that happened to me too!”
“This rum punch isn’t strong enough.”
“You wanna go somewhere else for drinks?”
We walk down the block to a reggae spot and order martinis
and whiskey, and he asks me to dance, but my heels are high and I’m clumsy. He
promises to catch me if I fall. I beg him off, worried I’ll break an ankle (because I am dramatic like that), and
we eventually gravitate toward an old leather couch. Sitting side by side, I am
forced to lean my head on his shoulder to hear him over the bass. He holds my
hand. We talk about our mothers and our mistakes and it gets serious for a
minute, but then he kisses my cheek out of the blue. Says my half of a dimple
had been taunting him all night. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you are.”
I am not expecting him to say this so I stumble over a thank you, and our eyes
lock a few seconds before he suggests we find a quieter space.
We walk another block and turn into a spot with salsa music blasting
in one corner, but a cordoned off section with booths, another couple, and
bright lights looks inviting. We sit and talk about Ernest Hemingway and Toni
Morrison and I feel like after I’d told him about my life full of books a few
days ago, he did a little bit of research to make sure he was knowledgeable about
the things that I like. He confirms this when I ask. He wanted to impress me
and after knowing this, I am trying hard not to grab his face and kiss all over
it in gratitude.
When I see that it is 1 a.m., my eyeballs nearly jump out of
their sockets. I call a cab as the bar starts winding down to close. He walks
me out and the car is waiting almost immediately. No time for a long goodbye. I
can tell he is bummed about it, and I am too. We have one of those awkward
moments when I go in for a hug but he goes in for more.
“Sir, were you trying to kiss me?”
“Yes, ma’am. I was.”
I look at him for a second and then peck him lightly on the
lips.
“Is that OK, sir?”
“Yes, ma’am. It is more than OK.”
I turn to walk toward the cab and trip over a crack in the
side walk. “Damn, my lips got you stumbling, girl. You need me to carry you and
gently place you into the car?” As he opens the cab door for me, I try to furrow my brow and purse my lips at him, but I fail because this entire scenario
is hilarious. We both laugh as I sit down. “Let me know when you get home." His
lips land on my cheek before he closes the door, and our date has come to an
end.
When I open my front door, my phone buzzes: “I had a ball
with you tonight. Can’t wait to do it again.”
Le sigh.
ReplyDeleteDamn, new romance is intoxicating.
They so are.... *deep sigh*
DeleteYesssss!!! Butterflies and blushes are things a lady needs every now and then! Please Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI am. I haven't felt this way in a long time. :)
DeleteAww! I so miss GOOD new dates! This 10yr relationship is for the birds. I want those butterflies back! I'm happy to vicariously relive those feelings from this blog! May they continue!
ReplyDeleteI hope they continue too because it's fun, and also because I need writing material lol
ReplyDeleteI'm enchanted! New moments with new people and endless possibilities. If you keep writing, I will keep reading. I am a fan!
ReplyDelete- Tha Mgmt
Awww, great. So happy you're enjoying this.
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ReplyDeletethose dates when the chemistry is just too strong to resist. i love new beginnings.
ReplyDeleteYes! It's very enchanting :)
Deleteyou are inspiring me to write about my love and shit, lol
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