So... dinner last night.
We had a great time. We talked each other's ears off and we didn't stop until after midnight. There was a strange push-pull feeling of comfort and anxiety within in me that lasted all night. On occasion, I felt my eyes searching her face, admiring her skin or the kittenish choker at her throat. She's so undeniably feline. The way she curled her body up into a tiny ball during coffee... or how her small hand was draped across the table. Oh there I go, getting ahead of myself.
We met at 8:30 at one of my favorite restaurants, and got a cozy table inside. She arrived in that amazing black and white zebra coat, a pinstriped skirt, a low cut white blouse with a black top beneath it, black and white striped tights (her signature) and "big shoes" (also her signature.) Her hair is still pink and black, and she had it twisted up into two, cute buns on each side. Cute as a button, that girl.
I ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio right away to take the edge off, (it's been a rough week!) and she - being merely 20 - just stuck with water. We were so immediately engaged in conversation that it took two visits from the waiter before we were ready to place our orders. The food was fabulous as it always is. Incredible rotisserie chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and this amazing artichoke-garlic sauce to smear all over everything. We joked and laughed about how smelly we'd be the next day.
After dinner, we exchanged Christmas gifts. This was really fun because I wasn't expecting her to bring anything. She bought me a huge, violet, handmade, aromatic candle that smelled so good, I didn't want to put it down. And one votive-sized one in blue that had a fragrance similar to rain and black licorice.
She enjoyed her presents, too, so I was thrilled. I got her a faux fur leopard print notebook and a pen to match, a huge, round bath bomb that turns the water bright blue, and a star-shaped box of Ghirardelli chocolates. I was glad she liked everything.
We wrapped up our stuff, dumped it off at my car, and chatted some more while she smoked a cigarette, then headed into the coffee house. It was busy, so we had more time to talk and gossip while we waited in line. I don't remember a single uncomfortable silence. Just two silly girls, yapping away about anything and everything.
Finally, we placed our orders. I got a huge glass mug of hot cider with cinnamon sticks, which was delicious, and she got the chai latte. We wandered into the back room where they have it set up Morroccan-style, with tiny lamps and round leather, patchwork pillows scattered all over the floor and barely any lighting save for the lanterns and a few candles.
We talked about our families, our friends, our pets, some crazy SG stories, our fears, and ourselves. She was so pretty and sweet and silly, and her expressions reminded me so much of the way my face would contort and become so animated when I described things to people. We're the same in many ways, and although I felt in awe of her sensuality and her beauty, I was happy to be sitting there, just the two of us, getting to know one another. Before you knew it, the drinks were empty and it was after midnight.
We walked out to my car to get her gift, then hugged goodnight. Just as she began to say something to me, a homeless man interrupted.
"See...?", she said.
Somehow I knew what she might have said after that. Something about "..it wasn't so scary. I'm just normal!" Something to put my mind and heart at ease. It worked, too. She's great like that.
We had a great time. We talked each other's ears off and we didn't stop until after midnight. There was a strange push-pull feeling of comfort and anxiety within in me that lasted all night. On occasion, I felt my eyes searching her face, admiring her skin or the kittenish choker at her throat. She's so undeniably feline. The way she curled her body up into a tiny ball during coffee... or how her small hand was draped across the table. Oh there I go, getting ahead of myself.
We met at 8:30 at one of my favorite restaurants, and got a cozy table inside. She arrived in that amazing black and white zebra coat, a pinstriped skirt, a low cut white blouse with a black top beneath it, black and white striped tights (her signature) and "big shoes" (also her signature.) Her hair is still pink and black, and she had it twisted up into two, cute buns on each side. Cute as a button, that girl.
I ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio right away to take the edge off, (it's been a rough week!) and she - being merely 20 - just stuck with water. We were so immediately engaged in conversation that it took two visits from the waiter before we were ready to place our orders. The food was fabulous as it always is. Incredible rotisserie chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and this amazing artichoke-garlic sauce to smear all over everything. We joked and laughed about how smelly we'd be the next day.
After dinner, we exchanged Christmas gifts. This was really fun because I wasn't expecting her to bring anything. She bought me a huge, violet, handmade, aromatic candle that smelled so good, I didn't want to put it down. And one votive-sized one in blue that had a fragrance similar to rain and black licorice.
She enjoyed her presents, too, so I was thrilled. I got her a faux fur leopard print notebook and a pen to match, a huge, round bath bomb that turns the water bright blue, and a star-shaped box of Ghirardelli chocolates. I was glad she liked everything.
We wrapped up our stuff, dumped it off at my car, and chatted some more while she smoked a cigarette, then headed into the coffee house. It was busy, so we had more time to talk and gossip while we waited in line. I don't remember a single uncomfortable silence. Just two silly girls, yapping away about anything and everything.
Finally, we placed our orders. I got a huge glass mug of hot cider with cinnamon sticks, which was delicious, and she got the chai latte. We wandered into the back room where they have it set up Morroccan-style, with tiny lamps and round leather, patchwork pillows scattered all over the floor and barely any lighting save for the lanterns and a few candles.
We talked about our families, our friends, our pets, some crazy SG stories, our fears, and ourselves. She was so pretty and sweet and silly, and her expressions reminded me so much of the way my face would contort and become so animated when I described things to people. We're the same in many ways, and although I felt in awe of her sensuality and her beauty, I was happy to be sitting there, just the two of us, getting to know one another. Before you knew it, the drinks were empty and it was after midnight.
We walked out to my car to get her gift, then hugged goodnight. Just as she began to say something to me, a homeless man interrupted.
"See...?", she said.
Somehow I knew what she might have said after that. Something about "..it wasn't so scary. I'm just normal!" Something to put my mind and heart at ease. It worked, too. She's great like that.
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I hope your holidays are going to be full of warm hugs and plentiful deeee-sserts.
xo