Rendezvous
The lighting was just right, and the menu enticing. Sitting across the table from you, I gazed into your brown eyes. Oh your beautiful eyes - like those of a desert hawk, or an old western cowboy - inspired and fierce. Hypnotised by you, I could hardly concentrate on picking out something to eat. I sat breathless. In that moment, I’d have done anything for you. Time seemed to slow to a crawling pace, and I knew right then and there, you were worth it.
We ushered the waiter away several times, deliberately savoring the moments together. For both of us, home was waiting. We were aware we would eventually have to return to children, and chores, and the daily grind. We spoke not of it. Instead, we talked of dreams once lost, but now somehow seeming within reach. This was the kind of conversation I yearned for. I needed it so badly. I soaked it up - I soaked you up, with all of my being. The flame and desire between us was undeniable.
Our patient waiter returned, and we could delay no longer. Like a perfect gentleman, you deferred the first choice to me. Honestly, at this point I could have cared less what food was served. I was hungry, but for a different sort of nourishment. I think you knew it, as you glanced at me and winked.
“I’ll have the chicken and a diet please.”
“Excellent choice. Is Diet Pepsi okay?”
I looked at you, then at the waiter. Your eyes closed momentarily, and you knew. A fire lit in my belly. What kind of floozy did this guy take me for? I was capable of a lot of things, but not this. I grimaced, and tried to muster up as much politeness as possible.
“Water will be fine.”