Dream Date

(Sigh of accomplishment) Sitting hear thinking, three years today, the eleventh day of September, I started sobriety, not one drop of wine on my tongue. I’m eating better, exercising, & loving myself more than I ever have in the past. My girl Juju decided this was a great opportunity for a night of celebration out on the town. I was a bit hesitant but, I finally caved into the idea and I knew I was strong enough to avoid any urges of alcohol. Alright, I get home and ravage through my closet for the perfect outfit, can you believe everything was either too tight or too conservative. I rush to the shopping mall to piece together a popping outfit. It’s already six o’clock and Juju is picking me up at seven thirty, I finally find the perfect fit and I’m running, literally to get back home. On my way out the door I run chest first into this guy walking into the store, my bags fly one way and I fly the other. He immediately come to help me up and apologizes for running into me, I was getting up to let him know it was me that ran into him but my words froze when we were face to face. He was memorizing with handsomeness, as he continued to pickup all my items and give them to me, I just stood there. I got all my bags and went on my way with my mind continuously playing the event at the store’s entrance. I made it home and quickly cleaned up and dressed myself just as Juju was pulling blowing her horn. As we are on our way, I tell Juju about the events leading up to now. She asked me why didn’t I get his phone number because I was over due in regards to getting back into the dating game; I just shook my head. We reach The One bar and dance spot, the scene was off the hook, the music was great, the atmosphere had great energy and my water on ice was the perfect drink. Juju tried to convince me a number of times throughout the night to have just one sip of wine but I simply refused to do so. We danced for hours on the dance floor until my feet were screaming for a break. I sit down at a table by myself because Juju was having dance fever. The waitress comes to my table and place a glass of Merlot in front me, I’m like, “ I didn’t order this.” The waitress replies the man sitting at the end of the bar looking this way paid for it and requested it to be brought to you. I look, I’m shocked and speechless, it’s the guy from the store. I compose myself and have a quick pow wow with myself in my head, do I take a sip? Do I send it back? What do I do? The waitress begins to walk away, I yell out, “ wait!” She comes back to my table, I tell her to let him know I don’t drink but I’ll take one sip if he comes take a sip with me of his own drink. She relays the message and I see him getup and begin to walk my way. He’s sitting in front me and he introduces himself and I in return introduce myself. He breaks the ice with a corny joke, I laugh and he smiles. He tell me let’s make a toast to you not being a drinker and to you not taking anymore sips after this one. I sip the Merlot and I wake up, it was all a dream, but, a good one.