Mr. Perfect

Such a modern day catch. You begin liking one another’s photos on social media sites. Each heart on Instagram and each thumb up on Facebook from a picture brings greater emotion until one builds up enough courage for that, “Hey, I would like to take you out on a date.” Heart flutters, excitement increases bursting with mixed emotions of wanted things to work better than the last.

We meet on a brisk Saturday night. Wind chill enough to make one shiver slightly. I wore my sleekest little black dress with a blazer, enough to show some skin but modesty at the same time. Matching my ensemble with black heels and the soft scent of Calvin Klein’s Euphoria perfume. I step outside my car and walk up to the bar’s entrance to greet him. Before me stood Mr. Perfect. Hair jet black, tied back in a braided bun, skin the color of a perfect caramel tan that last all year round. He wore a short sleeve black button up that exposed his muscular arms making me yearn for a hug. He matched his outfit with blue jeans, black Chelsea boots, and a smile that lit my soul on fire as he said, “Glad you could find this place okay. This is one of my favorite bars.” Joy overcame me as he opened the door for me, I could smell the familiar scent of Paco Rabanne’s Invictus cologne as I walked by that slightly turned me on. Oh, how I love a man that smells good.

As I walked into the lively bar, the smooth sounds of jazz overcame my environment. I hear the saxophonist blowing hard for the solo, the piano, bass, and drums in tune with every beat. The smell of freshly baked flat breads surrounded us with every step. We found our spot at a dark, black elegant trimmed tall table. He pulls my chair out allowing me a seat and asks “What would you like to drink my lady?” I could tell he was trying to add a humorous tone. I laugh slightly, smiling as I reply, “The lady would love a glass of merlot. You pick the brand, surprise me.” He nods, smiles, and heads to the bar. As I sat there, the music leads me to sway in my seat, tapping my fingers to every staccato. My eyes close to the dreamy sounds, soon I feel his touch on the lower curvatures of my back that sends shivers down my spine. I open my eyes to him placing a bold, deep red glass of merlot in front me. He sits down in his chair accompanied with a rocks glass of whiskey and cola. Conversation begins as the ambiance slows down to a dim lit romantic setting. With each question, I gaze into his chestnut brown eyes. A simple game of 21 questions to get to know one another. We take turns asking each other questions and responding. Happiness exudes us the whole night.

The date was perfect. It was like we known each other in another lifetime, our conjunction was meant to happen. “Last call for alcohol!” from the bartender snapped me back to the reality that we were still sitting in that restaurant. By this time, our conversation had gone on for hours, still leading us with a sense of wanting more. We leave the restaurant and he walks me to my car. I was caught off guard with a kiss from him. “I’m sorry,” he exclaims, “I couldn’t resist.” My gaze turns to lust and I kiss him back, the taste of whiskey still on his lips. As I could only imagine he could taste the berry blend of merlot from mine. “Thanks for a wonderful night,” I said as I unlocked my car. He opens my car door allowing me to get in. “When will I see you again?” he asks while leaning into my car’s window. Smiling I said, “Very soon.”