Newness

Ok, let me quickly say that my last post seemed rather religiously charged, maybe even typical. But, in truth, I don't know what God is. Nor, am I very religious. I simply can't deny that something conscious, responds to me and has always done so.  I revere the Bible, religious art, and other artifacts that were created from inspired peoples.

Now story time:

I had painfully broken up with who I thought was the man of my life. After a few days, I get invited to go out to a bar called The Ruby Room and go dancing. In my numbness, I figured it couldn't hurt.

As I cross the threshold of the bar door, I cross paths and meet eyes with an attractive man. As we glanced at each other, it felt like a distortion in the space-time continuum. I collected my intentions and let the moment pass and I walked in as he continued walking out.

I then go to the bar to purchase a drink, and I feel the sensation again. The man stood behind me...I imagine he could inhale the essence of my hair. Again, I felt a twinge of excitement. Regardless, of the amount of attractive people that were there that night, for some reason, this guy stood out.

I move on and find my friends. We dance, watch a fashion show, drink, and reminisce of times long past. I meet their mutual friends in the revelry and the night progressed wonderfully.

As I danced, the man I saw approached me. He then asked if he could dance with me. I accept and he twirls me around and we dance in a mixture of robot/goof/romance. I found myself laughing sincerely the entire time. It was refreshing to feel good again.

The bar was closing and "last call" was called. Then he asks for my number. Reluctant, I tell him to find me on Facebook and use his pen to scribble my name on his arm, before heading towards the door with my friends. As I did this, I feel his mouth almost brush my lips before I hastily moved my head away. It was way too much. But, then he quickly drew back and asked if he could just kiss my cheek. With that, I was fine, and we parted.

Eleven days ago, this same man, at this same bar, pulls me aside from my friends, and his. He tells me that he needs to ask me a question that takes a lot out of him to ask. He is tense, but with a sincere look in his eyes. He asks me if I would accept being his girlfriend. I tell him, I'd be more than happy to accept. And, he pulls me in for a deep, and impassioned kiss as our surroundings faded into the distance, our fears, our personal walls, and it was just he and I.

Adventure begins again...