WARNING/Disclaimer: I’m going to be discussing something of an adult nature. I am whipping this out as it comes to mind and I have thoughts that are raw and uncensored – I may or may not use vulgarity. Oh, and it may have tons of grammatical and spelling errors too (Oh, the horror!?!?!). This post is intended for mature audiences (i.e. ages 21+). Also, names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
I was on a date with another woman the first time I spotted Michelle. In fact, I was on a double date with a co-worker, his future wife and a woman that spoke an entirely different language than I and was translated via my co-worker.
And I was a prick.
I was a prick because I was on a date with one woman while making eyes for another woman – a woman that would eventually be my wife. I’m not even sure how long we spent bowling that night, but even my co-worker began telling me that I was being obvious and my date realized I was looking at this other woman. The date ended, eventually, and it was probably for the best interest of the woman that willing went on a date with me. Granted, it wasn’t like there was going to be anything long lasting – I was playing the game and disobeying all societal rules of being a decent human being. I own that. It was pathetic.
But during that date, as I stared at the woman who would eventually be my wife, I noticed someone else that was with my future wife. I didn’t know, at the time, that they were family members, but I knew the woman she was with and I was already making plans to talk to this woman about the woman who had my gaze. There was something drawing me to this other woman. Something that begged the hero-complex in myself towards her. Was it pain I saw in her face? Did I somehow assume I could rescue her from her own life? It wasn’t until years later that I realized I was actually trying to find a way out of my own damaged emotional being. But, the superficial side of me wanted to try and figure out a way to meet this woman.
It was a day or two later, while I was on patrol as a police officer that I saw my future wife’s family member and asked her about my future wife. I stopped her and asked, “Who was that you were with at bowling? She looks familiar to me.” I was lying, but I was trying to figure out a way to make an introduction. She replied to me, “Oh, that’s my aunt and she is interested in you and wants to meet you.” And that’s how the introduction was started. Her niece, Cyndi, set us up on a date. What I didn;t know at the time, is that she had told my future wife that I was interested in her and wanted to meet her. Cyndi was playing match maker and set us up on a double date with herself and her fiance.
We were in a small town and there were not a lot of options to go for dates, but Cyndi, her fiance James, Michelle (my future wife) and I ended up getting together at a Pizza Hut for dinner. That evening, we went back to James’ place to play darts and have a few beers. I couldn’t help but notice how shy Michelle seemed and I kept trying to engage in conversation with her. I couldn’t tell if she was interested in me or not and eventually it got later into the evening and it seemed like it was a good time to call it quite for the night. I asked Michelle, however, if she wanted to come over to my place.
We got to my place and I offered to get her something to drink and suggested putting a movie into a VCR (yes, I’m that old you youngins) and we sat on the couch and began watching. We traded some chit-chat back and forth getting to know one another. She was a mother and had one child from a previous relationship that was not healthy for her. Apparently he was not a father in any sense of the word and even denied his own child. She was okay with it, because she didn’t want anyone to be involved if they didn’t want to be involved. I felt a connection, since my own mother was a single mother for the first few years of my life.
It wasn’t long, however, before my hand found it’s way to her knee and we began kissing each other. The kissing began subtly, softly, yet enticing. We began caressing one another, and the making out began to intensify. It felt good to be kissing someone that also enjoyed kissing and we seemed to do it so well. Of course, well into the night we were still kissing each other and petting each other and rubbing each other and we were both really sexually charged. Eventually, however, she began catching herself and suggesting we slow it down a bit. So, I did. We kept kissing, but she wasn’t comfortable going beyond that, so I refrained.
We spent more time talking and kissing that night. But, the night began to draw to an end and I offered to give her a ride back to her place. She accepted and I took her home. She gave me a kiss as I walked her to her door and I asked her if I could see her again sometime. She said she would like it and then I left…
…with a smile.