It was about 8:42am and I was running late, as usual, to my dead end 9-5 job. I worked for a small event planning firm in midtown Manhattan. It was the middle of November and the morning chill, typical of an Autumn day, relaxed my nerves a bit. For some reason I felt indifferent. Usually by now I was frantic, watching time pass on the $20 watch I purchased from a street vendor. The way I saw it, when I got there is when I got there. After all, it was typical of everyone in the 5 person department where I worked to be late. They’re always late; as am I. No one would even notice my entrance into the building. The commute on the packed train, unbeknown to me, would be a day I’d never forget.
To say it was love at first sight would be cliche, but it was love at first sight. I had never felt like THIS before, not for a complete stranger. He sat to my left, two rows down, opposite me, facing the train’s exit. He hadn’t noticed me at first. The moment he walked through the double doors his 6 “2” frame, broad shoulders, neatly cropped hair, fitted dark denim and black button down shirt grabbed my attention. His dark caramel skin glowed in the dim morning haze. As if he knew someone was watching he turned to his right; my left, and our eyes met simultaneously.
My heart accelerated, my mind raced and my palms perspired. I’d never felt like this before, for anyone. It didn’t take long before I realized, I had fallen in love.
Walking over slowly, in this matter of fact way, he said hello and I was too busy trying to figure out if he’d actually spoken to me. How awkward I must have been, sitting, staring, not saying a word. I managed to gathered myself and said hi. He extended his hand, shook mine, and said his name was Travis. “Nice to me you I’m Lidia”, I responded.
My stop was fast approaching and before thinking about my next move I asked Travis for his number and gave him mine. Hoping he’d be the first one to call, I explained I had reached my destination and hoped we would speak soon.
I arrived at the office at approximately 9:15am, arriving just in time for the morning meeting, and I admit, I was beaming. Ecstatic. For the next 8 hours my mind was occupied thinking about Mr. Gorgeous.
I imagined our first date. Us talking, teasing. Our first kiss, touch, something I desperately needed.
[His hand slid up my thigh, one leg wrapped around his waste, tongues entangled, lips soft. He caressed my back while I thrust, grind seduce, excite his body the same way he excite mine.]
What was I about to get myself into.
To Be Continued…..
Question: Do you think it’s possible to fall in love at first sight? Yes/No? And why.