It was a simple date. She's just a girl, right? Movie
and dinner. She met me at the theater. Her hand was
cold when I first touched it, warming quickly. She
looked really great, better than I had seen her
lately.
As we settled into our seats, we made ourselves
comfortable. But I was not comfortable. I was in the
arms of an angel, a place I had dreamed of being. This
was a moment I had been waiting for, a defining moment
for me. I was not comfortable, at all. As if embracing
her could put me at ease. No, it did just the
opposite. I was experiencing emotions that I had not
felt for some time.
The smell of her neck was like sweet perfume, warm and
inviting. The touch of her hand on mine froze all my
other senses. Every part of me was focused on her
finger slowly caressing the back of my hand., the
intertwining of our fingers, until the heat of my hand
was matching hers. My hand fell to her hip, resting
on the exposed skin above her belt. She was warm and
soft and I could feel her pulse. She was very calm. I
wonder if she could sense my heart rate, increasing as
it was. I slid my hand to her navel, and the sexy
jewelry there. I started making small circles with my
finger, giving ever so slight stimulation. I was a
little surprised by her non-reaction. The touching
was very sensual, but it was her kisses that were
beyond description. Kisses so soft I wonder if I was
just imagining them. Lips so delicate, but not
fragile.
I couldn't concentrate on the movie and I found myself
staring at her. She's so beautiful. She was watching
the movie and I was watching her. Reclining in my arms
she seemed very relaxed, almost too calm. Her eyes
sparkled with the reflections of the film. The evening
ended too early but I really had no expectation about
how it would end. She could have been anywhere that
night, and she was with me.
The movie was forgettable, the dinner non-descript.
But I'll remember the night forever.

What do I do now? She is definitely not just a girl.