Meeting You

I don't know what it was about your e-mails that intrigued me. You weren't very forthcoming, so the only way to get to know anything about you was in person. I had to meet you So we agreed to meet at a coffee shop. Your e-mail said, "If you are casually late, I will conveniently buy. What would you like?" I remember getting out of the cab, pausing on the sidewalk to change my shoes, and then walking across the street into the Starbucks. It was crowded, and as I pulled my luggage up the steps, the sun blared through the windows behind me making it difficult to see. I walked through the long, narrow store, finding you casually perched at a tall table facing me. Blue suit, blue and white striped shirt, no tie. "Are you Brian?" I asked. And you smiled and said yes. So I parked my luggage and climbed into the seat with the green tea waiting in front of it. Your eyes were so blue, and I instantly felt a twinge in my chest as I peered into them. Your smile was infectious, and the conversation flowed so freely, effortlessly. To this day I cannot remember what was said, but I can still revisit the warmth that it brought. My foot accidentally rubbed against your leg, and the rush it brought made my breathing more labored. I apologized, and you assured me it was welcomed. So I kept on doing it, each time the pulsing inside becoming stronger. I brushed your hand with mine, and the chemistry was almost overwhelming...so surprising, so unexpected. You were nothing I pictured. You were nothing I ever expected. The time flew, and when it was time to go, you got up first to leave. As you were walking by me, you bumped into a woman, and with your face very close to mine, I whispered, "You're so mean!" And you gave me the most devilish smile. I knew at that moment I wanted you.