Bedroom Closet

I’m not sure that you have all seen this blog, or this par­tic­u­lar post.  But I have, and although I seri­ously doubt I will be even in the top 5 I wanted to throw in my hat.  Because, well, because I have devel­oped and bit of a crush on Mina.  I won’t say mine is the most extrav­a­gant, but it’s what I would do.  If they like it over at Long­ings End, I’ll elab­o­rate and turn it into a bit more of a story

The ride back from the air­port would be our first time really together, in per­son, close enough to touch.  I think I would have to restrain myself, know­ing all that I do about her.  I won­der to myself if she’ll be sur­prised, dis­ap­pointed, excited.  The cab waits as instructed as I step out to pace.  I see her exit­ing, a medium suit­case in tow.  I had told her to bring some­thing warm to wear, among other things.  The L.A. weather being sig­nif­i­cantly dif­fer­ent than our own.

I almost panic and dive back into the cab.  I know she would be crushed, but it’s almost too much.  What if she is dis­ap­pointed, what if I don’t come near her expec­ta­tions or desires.  Then it’s too late.  She glances over and my arm shoots up in a wave.  Relief flows over me when a fan­tas­tic smile and wave respond.  I meet her halfway and we hug.  Friendly but lin­ger­ing, feel­ing the curves, get­ting an idea of how we fit together.  We approach the cab and she seems some­what sur­prised.  This is how we get around.  No car, no need for it.  I had wor­ried about her responce for no rea­son.  “Fan­tas­tic, “she says, “they can be such a pain in.”

The ride to the cities passes quickly, con­ver­sa­tion and laugh­ter fills the cab, and soon we are like old dear friends, except with a lit­tle more spark.  A touch of the shoul­der, or brush of a thing sends waves of excite­ment through me.  I can only won­der what it does to her.

We have options I tell her.  The weather, though brisk if actu­ally quite beau­ti­ful.  It’s a far cry from L.A. but to me it’s almost spring like.  When we arrive at my place again, I am con­cerned with her thoughts.  I would have put her up in the best hotel in the city, but it just wasn’t an option at the time.  She knew that she was wel­come to stay at our place, and if she didn’t want to then we would fig­ure some­thing out.  Again I was pleased at her sweet­ness.  My place was won­der­ful, dif­fer­ent, com­fort­able.  She was look­ing for­ward to see­ing every­thing I had to show her.  I would have thought she was just being gra­cious and kind, but as she took my hand and drew me into another hug I knew she meant it.  I couldn’t help but respond with a kiss.  Not chaste, but not lusty.  She responded just as I had hoped, mov­ing her body close to mine and hold­ing the kiss until I broke it.

A bit flus­tered by the kiss I have to focus.  I had promised this lovely woman a date, and I intended to fol­low through.  I smile as I tell her our plans.  A mid-date change of cloth­ing will be needed, so we pack two small bags, essen­tially large purses and head out.  Today is a day of favorites, and firsts.  I want to share with her the places I love to go, as well as the ones I haven’t yet expe­ri­enced.  We head out into the brisk cold, the sun high and mov­ing fast, cam­eras and huge purses in tow.  It’s not far, I tell her.  We’ll be at the museum in just a bit of a walk.

And so our date begins   more to follow.

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