LET'S HAVE COFFEE.

Yes, no drinks this time, just good old coffee from my favorite local brewer. The place was packed. I had arrived a few minutes early because, well I'm kinda old school that way. I hadn't been to the moon at night before, and the place was hoppin. Laptops aglow everywhere. Books out, open and words being highlighted, with papers strewn about the tables. I manage to secure two spots in the corner before the little darlin' arrived. I sat waiting patiently as I could for I had grown quite anxious about this meeting. It had struck me just earlier that day that some of those recollections I kept recalling had me reeling just a bit. They were a bit familiar. Like I knew this was going, somewhere. Where, fuck, who knows.



And, here she is…



Dang. She is as cute as I recalled. So freaking cute. Well it started off as most coffee shop conversations do. A little of this, talk about that. I'm pretty sure the woman on her laptop sitting next to us had to be eavesdropping. I would have been if I was her. All the body language was there, grins were appearing, and those feelings of resisting were disappearing. She even admitted that she did not want me to be as cute as she had remembered. Dang. I was. "…well let me go ahead and text her and tell her I don't need the out after all…"



After some more of us getting used to each other I suggest a move to an alternate location. My place seemed like the logical choice for it was extremely close to the coffee shop. We decide to walk although a cold wind had begun to blow. Upon arriving at my place, the conversation was becoming almost effortless. As I unfolded the strange brand of creepy that I do possess, she didn't seem to bat an eye. Oh those eyes… Blinding azul sapphires gleaming against her perfectly porcelain skin with those devilishly dark tendrils dancing around those lights and framing them ever so beautifully.



More and more talking. We discover that neither of us had eaten dinner before we met. We both had been busy, however I suspect that we might of both had a few butterflies in our tummies. We decide on dinner but it's after 11 at this point and not much is open here in the ATX after 10, which I find strangely peculiar for the amount of nightlife in this town. Anywho, I suggest Magnolia and she's never been.

We arrive and settle in to our booth. Talk. Eat. Laugh. Smile. Then she asks if we can go back to my place and watch a movie. Or course we can. So, we go.



I had seen the movie before, so I was able to steal some kisses from the couch. Soft, slow and sparkly…



After the movie we just kept on talking, kissing and laughing. Oh boy, it's 4am and it's not really kosher to stay the night on the first date. I mention that it could technically be considered the second date, but I digress. She stands up to leave, I say I'll walk her to the car, then lay the best kiss of the evening on her. "Was that a ploy to make me stay? she says. "Cause it almost worked."



I don't know, but there is something about this one…