I turned the warm, wet shower knob off. I wiped my eyes from water falling down from my clean hair. I stepped out of the shower through a dense cloud of steam to grab my towel. My butt shook a bit to the Bruno Mars playing in the background. As I dried off I couldn't help but to smile thinking of the date I was going on in less than an hour away.
David and I decided to meet up at a local restaurant that was without question the hot spot in town. Quite the bold decision suggested on my part.
My body was carefully manicured assuming what was also around the corner. I methodically shaved every hair from my waste down to my upper thighs. I even sat down in the hot shower and opened up my legs to delicately shave by balls and ass area. Even further beyond my normal routine, I had found a bottle of exfoliate from my ex and decided to smooth out my whole body after shaving it clean. I was the smoothest I had ever felt, to the point it began to turn myself on when I felt around my lower area.
This wasn't a side of me I had ever experienced in wanting to impress someone so emphatically. I was normally such a go-with-the-flow type person, but David was bringing something new out of me. Overall, it took me a solid hour to get ready for David when I typically took 5-minutes.
As I danced both excitedly and nervously thinking about the possibilities of what was next with David, I stared into the hand-wiped mirror smiling how much had changed over the course of 1-year.
My focus and obsession was with in essence a stranger who I serendipitously met fixing my sore body. I still barely knew David, but I couldn't stop thinking of him. I had never felt a crush with this much meaning and depth.
My brain would visually picture David sitting on his kitchen counter without a shirt on. I could see him close up opening his mouth filled with tequila coming to kiss me. I could smell his skin. I could taste his tongue. I remained impressed with his perfect bead head hair. All of it was so real in my memory - like nothing I had ever memorized before.
All of these thoughts actually helped me validate why I was obsessed with seeing David again which really helped ease my nervousness. The whole mission and date seemingly had a clear purpose, which David also acknowledged.
All of this foundational confidence still had my hands clammy and a bit shaky as I waited for my ride to the restaurant.
Upon arriving, of course I ran into former colleagues while looking for David. They could have been speaking any language at this point because I did not hear one word they said.
I found a seat at the bar and ordered a dirty martini while I waited. As I ate one of the cold, salty olives, I did my best impression of looking confident and casual while surveying the restaurant and bar looking for David.
It doesn't take long for a good martini to slide down. As I waved to the bartender to hit repeat on that order, I heard from the background, "make that two, please."
I smiled and turned my head to find David walking towards me.
