Rain, Chicago, The Bean And A CrushI've always loved the rain. Walking in it helps clear my head, especially when I'm pondering deep decisions or emotions. I love the smell of it, feeling it hit my face and wet my hair, and I especially love dancing in it.
This story pertains to a crush I had on a coworker whom I traveled with frequently. We traveled together to different cities all over the world: Honolulu, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Chicago, New York, New Orleans, Philadelphia, London, Munich, Paris. We became good friends from our frequent travels, and I always thought if we'd met earlier in our lives under different circumstances, we probably would have dated. As it was, we were both married, but we flirted, discussed, bantered, laughed and enjoyed each other's company.
One night during one of our many trips to Chicago, we were leaving a restaurant after a lengthy meal and a bottle of wine. It was pouring down rain, so we hopped in a cab instead of walking back to the hotel. Millennium Park had recently opened, and I really wanted to see "The Bean." He looked at me like I was crazy, but he told the cab driver to take us to the park. He paid the driver; we got out of the cab and made our way to the park. We walked around it for a little while, watched the videos on the Crown Fountain towers and headed to "The Bean." We walked under it, thankful to get out of the rain for a bit because we were both completely soaked at that point. I started laughing at my impulsive behavior. He looked at me, wiped a raindrop away from under my eye, grabbed my arm, and we started dancing under "The Bean." It was sweet, funny, romantic, crazy, and I loved every minute of it.
The rain had let up to a drizzle, so we walked the few blocks back to our hotel. Our tradition was to have a martini or two in the swanky hotel bar before heading up to our rooms, so even though we were cold and wet, we went to the bar for a drink. We sat on a couch near the fireplace in the bar to warm up and talked for another hour. Then we got in the elevator, said our goodbyes for the night and went to our respective rooms. Even though we never crossed the line passed flirting because of our respect for and trust with our spouses, it was a special night.
We had several more moments like that together during our travels, but nothing more than flirting ever happened between us. We each left the company for other opportunities, and while we're still in touch via social media, we're not as close as we used to be. I'm thankful for the time we spent together, the friendship we made and that he was an intimate part of my life at that time.
livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 6 Responses 4 Oct 13, 2012