Man of my dreams,
When I reminisce about my past I often think of the first moment I met you. Well, most people have a story that represents that experience but my experience is a little different.
You were always there but I really did not stop to notice you until one day on my front porch my mother and I watched you pass by. It struck me as odd that I began to gazed at you as if you were the only person on a deserted planet. I gazed at your walking rhythm, clothing, wave, and slight smile. Yes, there were other men around but you just had everything and I knew it. How could the man of my dreams be right in front of me and I not know it?
The next few weeks were very hard for me because I could not get you out of my mind. Although, we were passing acquaintances there was something about you that stuck with me; not just curiosity.
I have never been good at flirting but how in the heck could I get your attention I thought after weeks of agonizing over you from afar. Were you approachable I toiled with? Were you as sexy in private, you know what I mean, as you were in just passing. Could you really appreciate me for who I am; mother with 3 children? Were you looking for someone to share your days with? Were you involved with someone? Night after night you were in my thoughts. I hope that wasn't considered stalking behavior. I want to consider my behavior just plain curiosity.
Weeks passed and you finally said more to me than just hello. Remember, when you were playing catch football with the children of the neighborhood on that hot summer day. I asked you why throw the ball so far for the children to catch. You replied, That is what happens when you don't get "any". The comment stunned me and without any hesitation I did what most women would have done I ran into my house and shut my door. As I peered out of the peep hole looking at you you chuckled and continued to play with the children, tossing the ball back and forth. I stood in my house with my back to the front door excited and shocked at the same time. I then began to question myself, did I elude to him that I was interested, no I did not. How dare he I thought, but delighted that you did.
The note I sent to you a month or so later was an attempt to let you know that I was interested in you. I have never been the one to be assertive with men but I needed to just have one night with this man. If I was going to spend the rest of my life without the man of my dreams I wanted to have just one memory of a sensual pleasurable evening. You accepted my invitation to meet.
What am I going to wear, what am I going to say. I had those butterflies churning in my stomach that would not go away.
We meet at a restaurant in center-city and he was everything I imagined him to be: suave, intelligent, polite, respectful and a gentleman. I stammered over my words, which I still do today in your presence; you did not know this but I do. I decided what the heck and went in for the kill. Look, I don't want to waist your time your aware that I am interested in spending a day with you. No stings attached. Damn I felt cheap but I just had to have that one memorable experience that I knew he would provide. He looked at me, not frazzled one bit and said okay. Damn, he was not suppose to accept. My heart began to race with anticipation, what have I got my self into.
The moment arrived, we were on our way to the hotel for the afternoon. I was so scared my knees chartered as I sat down in the car, go figure. You were so relaxed and casual actually you act that way today and this is why when I am with you it still feels just like yesterday. We pulled up to the motel and you turned to me and said, wait here. Where in the hell was I going, Babe. You knew how I felt, I wanted to jump out of the car and run; it must have been written on my face. I said, OK. I waited until you returned.
That first kiss was the beginning of the days we have shared to date. Each sensual kiss reminds me of the first time you pulled me to you and sparks flew as high as the stars and moon. We are still together and I can say that I am still entrenched in you always anticipating many more years of adornment.
Violet
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