I ordered Merlot

I order Merlot while waiting. Summer morning seems as sunset.

Is that vintage end of summer atmosphere.

Blinds half way open, dust particles revolving.

This subtle aroma of garlic being sauteed came to sit by the edge of my glass.

I lean my neck, quietly observe how light through it made the world smaller, my uneasiness about this "wanting not, poor resolution, too late for saying no date"

The silhouette of a server getting ready for duty reflects in my glass while impatiently waiting for the unknown.

Being always early is a bad habit today. Seems as if I am always searching for life instead of allowing for it to happen in me.

What to expect? Another man, his complications and efforts to show at best while hiding how socks were left thrown by the toilet this morning. His undone smelly bed hugged my senses. Life observes me mercifully today! I certainly don't want to be a daycare for babies in suit.

Merlot goes down fast, eternal five minutes are slowed down by the magic of this ancient art inside a barrel. Hoping for this to be easier but no.

Humanity never is made out better in barrels.

So here is me, repeating the story by adding Merlot and a different sexy dress to it.

One elegant wait to fail gain.

Merlot comments... I will take care of this, just relax and watch.

Happy morning jazz began to play, six minutes passed, still waiting.

Time to visit the restroom for a final check up.

I walk to the back where women's refuge is located, my host at the entrance? An irreverent mirror saluting... Look at you! Don't you look gorgeous? Wow! Just if you wouldn't have worn that dress with flowers in it! See how the top peony matches the edge where your huge boob rises making you look more a size than what you really are not? Or are you?

I am a mirror, but I can tell you right now, you really don't care for this encounter with destiny.

Another bipolar mirror the other side of the wall joins the talk. See... those peonies by the boob are just right. Man who won't do their bed before leaving for work only aim for beer and cheese burgers.

Those men where not raised to understand peonies by the boob and Merlot. Just go back to the table have another glass or two and fly away!

Feeling trapped.

Back at the table a new bottle next to my glass together with a note.

Excuse me, the gentleman right across ordered a bottle for you.

Lifted my eyes in suspense, this embarrassing seemingly impossible "thank you" forcedly burps out of somewhere within, feeling the rush of Merlot covering my naked chest, the server towards me as a reminder is time for another glass. No need for phonetics.

A woman, a bottle with a note, an early arrival, two glasses before me, a man right across observing me, eyes in his back, another man arriving any minute. How much more wine can I afford if time doesn't seem to go by?

The server my friend, jerks the note away from me. Just in case.

Ma'am I discretely will return the note before you leave, once is appropriate. Two men at the floor, and a peony dress. The first one doesn't need to read this note right?

I agree. Index finger on his lips.

They all know what is going on. I guess a blind date is never blind.

He pours the wine, my first zip, blood from fruits, remembrance of chocolate, citrus wood burning slow, the stars.

A feeling of love, home, eternity at the back of my tongue, morning jazz in the background.

I breathe, I rest, Merlot winks at me.

Wine is a woman's best friend. Confidence seems back. More wine would have been a disaster, a poor choice. Who cares.

Being a bundle of insecurities, hoping to find rescue away from what I can find within if I knew how.

Money never counts I have lots of it, even if I did not have the money the problem would be my companion. At least for a moment in eternity all is just fine. The power of a good Merlot shines bright as an ageless cellar. Why not?

Even a mirror could be wiser, twenty minutes after hoping for the check and a wide open door to the parking lot.

Ma'am, your check has been payed in full, he pointed at the man right across. He turns around approaching my table, hiding from a hat this illuminating to intimidating smile breaks down my walls.

Challenge shows up, my body inspired now. Who is this walking smile who just spent in me?

Now I had a body wanting to know him and another man coming through the door any moment.

I saw you from a distance... He said, I visit here often. Early morning jazz helps me throughout the day. I was about to go back home earlier this morning thinking about how my emotions got entangled enough not to do my bed. I keep it tidy.

An urge to be here rushed me out the door. Not knowing why.

How can I make her life better? Is this true love what I feel now? Or is it the chocolate flavor in my wine? Don't feel like playing games, how can you cause this in me? I can't walk towards her table.

Looking at your reflection in my glass while giving you my back.

A lost coward.

How can I kiss her without kissing her?

How can I leave this feelings of citrus berries, chocolate cozy fire wood in her lips?

I got you the bottle ha!

Before walking away in to my never again.

The servers comment, you both so nervous, I just work here! I generously tipped him in our name. Help in to eternity is a good push.

Who are you waiting for Miss peony?

Ahhh, any minute, ashamed to bring up my blind date comment. He read me fast, using his bright smile offered his jacket as a token for my privacy. I jerked it fast.

He offered we go sat by the bar, a slamming imaginary whack made me say yes to him.

You won't be found in my company.

No hat hiding him, time stopped again, we glimpsed eternity.

The server the happiest.

Many summers have passed after that moment, today sitting by that same chair, wearing the same peony dress just slightly ragged.

This gentle hand taps my shoulder, Ma'am is time to leave. We have to be there in 45 minutes.

Subtle rain down my face covers for tears, thinking about that third glass of Merlot as if it was yesterday. An umbrellas being offered, I refuse. look down for me I am the only one in a colorful peonies dress, the woman without an umbrella.

See me please, I need you more than ever today, I don't know how or where to reach.

This ancient art of grapes in a barrel won't be forgotten. You are my eternity in a bottle, the mirrors were right, but my truth, and who I am was always loved by you.

This familiar face just a lot older approaches among the crowd, kindly whispering close to my ear. Ma'am I am your server 50 years ago. From his jacket our favorite Merlot bottle, from one pocket a glass for wine, he pours. From his head the hat you once wore to hide from me. Telling the server he would not need it any more, we left the bar.

Ma'am he was the man initially you ere waiting for, I return this note. From that moment I understood my talk to the mirror delayed conspiring in destinies name.

Our children not knowing what was going on, a story for a nice lunch in your name my love.

Destiny and a bottle of great Merlot.

You just need the correct server.

Tip your servers good.

They could be holding your destiny in their hands.