So, after meeting Vladimir on Friday, I woke up thinking about him on Saturday. By then I had realized that the e-mail address I gave him was out of date. On Monday, I think I waited until at least 11:00 and I sent him
an e-mail. I had tracked him down based on his occupation and had what I thought was an active address for him.
Well, one e-mail turned to three turned to thirteen and we were still dancing around the big question looming in my mind, "how did he get his shirts so white?" No, no, no. It was "when can I see this guy again?" So by Thursday, being an impatient
person, I cut right to the chase and asked him.
We saw each other again-- this time on purpose. He was more handsome than I remembered -- and the presence. His presence filled the space, and we were outside!
Words that came to my mind with accompanying fragrances:
Comfortable in his own skin -- good bourbon
Slightly acerbic -- easter egg dye with vineagar
Funny -- carmel corn
Boot rockin' handsome -- wet cool woods
Totally engaged and present -- pinot noir
Ironically "street" -- wet newsprint
Trying hard -- Bloody Mary
We talked and our 20 minutes turned into 45. I felt very much at ease -- in fact, better than at ease. I felt charming, funny and sexy. It was either him or my fruit rush
was late in kicking in.
The two most significant events of that meeting, in reverse order of importance were:
So we agreed to meet the following night. OK, signing off now. Nothing else to report. Come back any time.
Oh, you're not leaving until you hear about the kiss? All right you insistent bloggerazzi, the kiss.
In my next update!