The Dating Chronicles
Merri sat quietly and stared at her phone. Her mind drifted slowly to the night before and the man she had met at the club. He was a mighty vision to behold. He was quiet, yet self-assured and had appealed to her instantly. He spoke softly in her ear as he held her hand when he talked, and his cologne still lingered in the air when he left her. The noise in the room had been deafening, but she had heard every word he uttered. She even liked his name. Kent
They exchanged numbers with promises to call, but she didn’t want to leave him. The chemistry between them crackled like electricity. She wanted to kiss him goodbye, but he reached for her hand, as they walked to her car.
She had not stopped thinking about him, and she wondered if he’d call. Now, she sat staring at his number, trying to make up her mind to call him. Those old unwritten laws about letting the guy making the first move kept intruding on her thoughts. She didn’t want to appear thirsty, but she wanted to hear his voice and pursue the possibility for romance. She decided to take a chance. She felt enlivened and excited about the possibilities and she couldn’t wait a minute longer. She decided to use her best asset … her sense of humor.
She reached for the phone and dialed the number. When he answered, she identified herself quickly and explained that she was in the market for a new friend and she was wondering if he knew where she could buy one. He laughed and told her, she could have him for cheap.
An hour later, they were sipping Pina Coladas in a cozy restaurant in a picturesque side of town.
“I’m glad you called,” he said, as he stared into her eyes. “I was thinking of calling you, but I didn’t want to come on too strong, since we had just met. I’m glad you followed your urge. I love a woman with imagination.”