It was a day like any other day, work, home and now exhausted.
Life had become very boring for me after not trusting most men. With one bad relationship after another, I figured being alone was better.
Where I lived was kinda quite so I was surprised to hear a loud rumbling outside and then a knock on my door. Wow! This was a man I haven't seen since I was 20, just standing here at my door. He looked quite a bit different from way back then, as I'm sure I did too. I still remember his dark complexion, long black hair and sexy eyes. Now standing in front of me bald with a grey beard, dressed in full motorcycle gear and his bike parked and the end of my drive way. It didn't matter to me what he looked like now, all I could remember was how I felt all those years ago, and was very excited to see him. And I'm sure he wanted to see me or he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of finding me?
With a big hug I invited him in and offer him a cup of coffee, we made small talk of how our lives had been going, jobs, kids and so on. And I forgot all about being tired.
He asks me if I wanted to ride, my reply was "ride what?" Just a joke at the time, he laughed and I blushed not prepared for those words to come from my mouth.
It was still early in the day, as I only worked half a day on Saturdays and I told him about a park about an hour from where I lived that we could ride there. He was all for it, and off we went. Well, it wasn't that easy at first, I had to figure out how to get on the bike after all those years. Haha