We meet for the first time at a Tim Horton's. We sit across from each other, our coffees create a barrier.
I_T> 'Hi, it's nice to finally meet you.'
W> 'Likewise I'm sure, are you sure you're married?'
I_T> 'Not for a little while.'
W> 'Good.'
She's sexy, the way she talks and her gestures and her facial expressions. She's very confident and comfortable in her own skin, it's turning me on.
I_T> 'I have to say you're turning me on, are you doing this on purpose?'
W> 'Doing what, I'm just being my self. Do you like it?'
I_T> 'Like it! I love it, it's driving me crazy.'
W> 'Good. Some guys don't like it. I'm glad you do.'
She crackes a smile, a misgivious smile. I tenderly reach forward and caress her hand. She feels soft and warm, electric energy rushes through my fingers and down to the pit of my stomach. We look into each other's eyes and a connection is made.
Suddenly she pulls away and leans back against her chair as she breaks eye contact and looks down into her lap.
I'm confused, what just happened? What did I do wrong? Was I too forward, too aggressive, too cocky?
I keep my eyes on her face, refusing to give up. She's too special, too different to let go. It's only a minor setback, I can make it better.
I've done something that offended her, I don't know what yet, but whatever it was I'll apoligies and ask for her forgiveness.
How do I break this silence?
How do I start the conversation again?
I can't take this silence, the crushing feeling that the next words out of her mouth will be 'Good bye.' I must say something right now! I must speak up now!
She looks up, her eyes are wide and her pupils are dialated. She softly caresses her lips with her fingers and says, 'Let's go, take me somewhere, away from the crouds.'