I ordered a Coke and started watching the door, looking for her.I ordered a Coke and started watching the door, looking for her. One minute dragged into five. Five into ten. Still no sign. I thought back to the phone conversation the previous night. I was sure that I was in the right place at the right time. At least I was if my memory served me correctly. "Oh, stop it," I chided myself. "You're just nervous. She'll be here." And indeed she was. I recognized her immediately as she walked in the door. I waved to her, catching her eye. She strode to the back of the restaurant where I was seated. Being a gentleman, I stood up and introduced myself. We shook hands and met eyes. Time seemed to freeze. We didn't notice the waiter approach us to ask if the lady would like a drink; we just stood there frozen in the handshake. Finally, the waiter was able to break the spell and we sat down. My scenarios were wrong. She didn't look anything like the girl that I had pictured. Initially, she wasn't even close to my best-case scenario. But there was something undeniably sexy about her. It might have been the way she carried herself, the way she walked, that gleam in her eyes. Her smile definitely helped. She had a beautiful smile. It lit up her entire face. I also noticed that she had incredible legs. Although she was walking toward me, I could still tell. And I could tell that they were really smooth and creamy. She had kind of pale skin, with just a hint of a tan. Those blue eyes were extremely beautiful, too. They were at once open and seemingly innocent, but lurking behind there was a certain kind of mischief. My heart nearly thumped in my chest now that she was there. We dove into the conversation at once. Soon, our food was served, but the conversation never stopped. Our mothers had always told us to eat with our mouths closed and to never talk with our mouth full, but tonight all rules were off. We sat there and talked for about two hours. |