Dear You…
Dear You,
We connected five years ago. On one of those dating apps, nonetheless. You sent me a flirt, and I peeked at your profile just to see who my admirer was. You were a pleasant discovery…you were easy on the eyes and your profile was simple, not cheesy or overdone. We lived in the same city and we were in the same age group.
Ok, I figured I would reply back. I sent you a heart emoji to show my interest. Lo and behold, you messaged me the next day. We chit chatted for a couple of days and you cut straight to the point: number exchange off site. I obliged as I hate messaging on apps for too long — a signal of a wasted connection. We talked for a couple of days through WhatsApp and, once again, you being the bold opportunity seeker asked me out for an impromptu meet-up Thursday of that week. In one of my favourite areas in the city and, I obliged, thinking I hope I’m not being crazy.
Thursday came. I remember texting my BFF and another close friend about the excitement and nervousness I had meeting up with the potential suitor that evening. They were happy, but cautious in optimism as people could be crazy, especially folks from the world wide web. Thank goodness we planned to meet in a public place. It also helped it was a more affluent part of the city where crime was minimal to none. 5:15 p.m. clock out time. After my short commute home, I took my dog out for his routine relief, grabbed a quick bite, caught up on news and drama of the day and occupied the time until it was time to meet.
7:45 p.m. shower, light make-up and minor touches to my hair and outfit and off I went.
8:15 p.m. Arrival at Destination Meet You. You were exactly as seen on your profile: A 6'4", broad, giant smile, handsome, friendly yet protector like suitor. You were so happy to see me. You had your arms stretched out for a hug…I gave in. (A big deal for me as I am not big on hugging people until I am comfortable with you). Then, you planted a soft, yet sensual and slow kiss on my lips. I was stunned into silence. I swore you said something, but I was buzzing and had a temporary mental fog. I finally snapped out of it. We grabbed a quick warm drink, and went for a stroll in the neighbourhood.
We had the icebreaker conversation, getting to know the little details about each other: favourite colour, sports team, music etc. About thirty minutes in you surprised me…you asked me out on a picnic date for Friday (following day). You lived near the park on the Lakeshore and it was a popular spot for all walks of life. I said, yes! (Of course).
11:45 P.M. Where has the time gone?! Time to part ways and get ready for the close of the work week. Get ready for our date night and hoping it would be a great night. You kissed me goodnight. This time, you let the sensual rhythms dance on my lips a little longer. You wanted to make an impact — and you did by intentionally leaving your mark.
12: 10 A.M. Friday. After midnight. Home. Let the doggo out for one last run, while lost in replay of the events moments before. Lingered outside an extra 10 minutes for puppy’s sake of enjoyment…and mine. Finally, sleep and melancholy blended were knocking on my front door. Time to cleanse, settle and slumber in LaLa Land. ZZZ.
9:15 A.M. Woke up. Let dog out. Back inside. Washed, rinse, repeated. Went business casual and light make up and headed off to labour. Buried myself in work and stole moments in between replaying the hours before, and anticipated the night ahead of me excitedly.
7:00 P.M. Clocked out! Weekend! Date night! Home! Dog! Killed some time until 8 p.m.
8:00 P.M. Go time! Met You at Lakeshore Park. You had a Charcuterie spread with Moscato and wine gums in tow. How cute…you actually paid attention to the little things I enjoyed. Can never go wrong with some Bartenura Moscato and Maynards Wine Gums. You handed me a single rose and complimented my beauty. You then planted “I’m-so-happy-to-see-you-again” kisses on my cheek and lips. You took my hand and we walked for 20 minutes in the park, leading us to a benched table facing the lake. You set up a cute little spread with a candle and the rose in the centre of the bench. You were NOT messing around. The banter was cheerful, the spread was soooooo yummy (all kinds of deli meats, cheeses, fruits and premium crackers). The wine was a delicious cleanser and a buzz for a memorable night.
11:30 P.M. We should have left the park. Municipal rules state the parks close at 11 P.M., but we lingered in the parking lot. Talking. Kissing. and some more not in any particular order. We got so lost in our chemistry the municipal officer ended up knocking on the car window and telling us the park was closed, and we needed to leave. Before we took off, you asked if we could do dinner on Sunday. I said, yes! You asked where I wanted to go and it was on you as promised in our earlier messages. I suggested a seafood restaurant. You were excited as you haven’t been to one and I haven’t been to that particular one. We agreed to keep in touch on Saturday and finalize a time for Sunday.
12:00 A.M. Saturday. Midnight. Finally managed to pry ourselves apart and head home. Let dog out. Reminder: spend whole day with puppy once I wake. Running errands, run off-leash in dog park for an hour, whatevs. Texted You good night and thanking You for the experience. It was one of kind. Still buzzed off the night. The effects of the night and Moscato are lulling me into a slumber. Managed to get the doggo to finish his business and head back inside for some relaxation and rest. Romantic buzz. ZZZ.
Wondering how Sunday’s date will go? Stay tuned for Part Two of Dear You…
