I woke to an empty bed.
The side you fell asleep on was cold and the sheet was crumpled. I rolled over expecting to find you and didn’t. Where did you go? Why did you leave? I thought we had such a wonderful night, one of the best first dates in the history of first dates!
As I looked at your empty side of the bed, I thought about last night. I guess I shouldn’t call it a date since we just happened to meet by accident. I was going around a corner and some big guy practically walked into me.
I stumbled, but you caught my arm before I could fall and when we looked at each other, we both felt something.
You just grinned and told me that you hoped that idiot didn’t drive that way. I had to smile at that, unable to come up with a witty response because I couldn’t look away. We stood there for a long moment and then at the same time we both suggested coffee — well, you suggested coffee while I suggested a drink. We settled on a small bar not far from where we met and got acquainted. We both had wine.
I was surprised at how much we had in common, neither of us were native to the city, and both of us were working at jobs we sort-of enjoyed.
I learned we grew up on opposite sides of the country and came to the city after college. After three hours of talk, we decided dinner in our immediate future and ended up running for a restaurant as some rain started. It was fun to run with you a couple of city blocks while avoiding other people and even cars as we crossed two streets. You were playful and also a little competitive which brought out my competitive streak as well. We were in a dead heat to the door and we were also both out of breath.
Dinner was Chinese, but it was kind of vague. I mean with you at the table, the food was definitely in the background. The conversation flowed easily and became quite personal. After dinner the rain had stopped, so we went for a walk. I didn’t plan it, but we ended up near my apartment, so it seemed natural to keep the day going and invite you in. You accepted with a terrific smile.
I opened more wine and we kept talking. We sat on the couch and without either of us saying anything, we seemed to move closer and closer until we were just inches apart and our heads tilted and we kissed.
There was nothing rushed or forced, it just seemed to be the perfect thing. I couldn’t even tell you who might have initiated it first, it just felt right.
I could give you all the details, but they are a little hazy in my mind. Not alcohol hazy, but just once we started, we hardly said another word.
We kissed for a while, exploring each other and when we started touching more intimately, I took your hand and we went into the bedroom.
In my bed, we slowly and quite lovingly took each other’s clothes off. Your body was wonderful. Curvier than mine and just as sensitive. You tasted marvelous and we seemed to know what each other enjoyed. Each turn was met with tender touches, tasty licks, and some incredible orgasms. We finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.
That’s why it was such a shock to wake up alone. I listened hard to hear if you were elsewhere in the apartment, but it was silent. I had to feel sad and maybe a little hurt. It hadn’t felt like a one-night stand! There was nothing about yesterday that rang false.
We didn’t hook up, we blended so perfectly. I couldn’t help but think I did something wrong!
I erased that thought furiously. When I was younger and something didn’t work out, I tended to blame myself. It was insecurity nothing more. It took a while, but I finally learned that I might not be perfect, but just because things don’t work didn’t mean it was my fault. The problem was I had never met someone like you, we clicked so effortlessly, like two sides of the same coin.
It took some resolve, but I was determined not to feel sorry for myself.
You were incredible, but I guess your life didn’t include me in it. Which really was a shame. While it was tempting to shrug my shoulders and dismiss the day and especially the night, I couldn’t just let it go so easily. I got up, showered, and in the mirror it came back harder when I saw the marks on my shoulder and neck. I could feel your passion all over again. There was passion, I’m sure of it. The most consummate actress in the world couldn’t have put on that performance.
I went out and couldn’t stop myself from re-tracing our steps. We had walked from the restaurant to my apartment, so I walked back and went into the restaurant on the pretense of leaving a scarf the previous night, but it was pretty empty, the lunch crowd was just starting. I went back to the bar, much slower this time because the sky was sunny, even if I wasn’t. I went in and had a cup of coffee, it was a bit early for wine even if I felt like I wanted something a bit stronger.
I ended up at the corner where that moron tried to walk over me and stood there for a long minute. My imagination hoping you would pop out of one of the buildings, but it wasn’t going to happen. I slowly headed back to my apartment, wondering if I would meet you again.
What I didn’t realize was there was a figure looking through tinted glass watching me and wondering exactly the same thing!
