My Moment....My Chance

…..I rolled over out of my dream and placed the call. This feeling harbored inside me was stronger now than a month ago when we first met, talked, exchanged numbers and first names on the morning six o’clock bus ride to work. The month passed and neither of us called each other as we were unsure--you know--of these things. Strangely enough destiny connected us once again on the bus and it was like the first time. Once again his eyes lighted up upon seeing me, but this time I noticed the glimmer and all the unspoken words. My eyes conveyed assurance and acceptance for I knew of these things. His persona radiated all things beautiful in a person. Outwardly he appeared strong in physique clad in a simple white v-neck t-shirt, camouflage pants and construction worker boots. His dreadlocks were tied in one with the long overspill left dangling on the center of his back. He had a natural masculine sexiness that doesn’t come borrowed. It was up to me to make the first move and to quell this thirst to spend some one on one quality time with him.

This was my moment, my chance to live this experience. It was nine o’clock when I dialed his number and he answered. I invited him on a date at midnight down by the beach at Carefree where the reflection of the moon ricochet its light on the stillness of the ocean. The peacefulness of the night calmed our anxiety and eased our expectations as the sea waves gently washed ashore and left the pink sands wet. He saw me and held out both hands and embraced me and I was contented. We sat on the jutted rocks for a long time…..