My Konstantine & Me – “Check, please.”

It’s late in the afternoon on a Thursday nite and I decide to give you a ring to see what your plans for the evening are, knowing good and well that any plans that you may have in store would be canceled with any invitation I lay before you. You claim to have no plans, just a nite of passing the dragging time…perhaps reading a romantic novel, watching Pride and Prejudice and playing some Jason Mraz on your acoustic, though nothing outrageous. I ask which Pride and Prejudice you are planning to watch and you quickly respond with the Keira version, hinting at a darker mood influenced by glasses of wine. After assessing your nite I recommend you put that nite on hold and entertain me for the nite, me being famished and lacking any notable company all day…and naturally since I have flattered you in a nonchalant way as to you being my preference for company over any other, you must accept.

By 6:30 in the evening you shield your eyes from the flooding headlights invading the semi-darkness of the candles you have lit on a nite like you had planned…you are always sensual like that. You check yourself one last time, for the hundredth time, smooth your skirt, sigh, and smirk at yourself…thoughts of possibilities swirling through your head.

Naturally I do the same before knocking on your door, making sure everything is out of place, thus in place, smooth the collar of my black button down shirt with thin white pin stripes, sigh, and smirk to myself…thoughts of possibilities flooding my head.

As I knock, you open, and there we are, only a screen door between us, casually commenting on how impressive we look, taking in each other’s familiar yet always enticing scent, both acting ever so cool and in control. As you proceed out the door we, in sync and as if scripted, open our arms to embrace, just as any two would do in the moment…and as I run my hand up your back and my nails dig gently into the back of your head, through your curls, I graze your cheek with mine and whisper, “Good Evening, Love”.

As we drive to the restaurant I have chosen for the nite we engage in typical conversation, saying plenty but in essence nothing at all, never a pause for silence.