It all started with a wine tasting.
“Come with us!” my friend texted me. She and her man had been invited to a private wine tasting and somehow wrangled room for me. Never one to turn down the grape I texted back “YES!!!!!!!” with many exclamation points.
The pours were generous. The laughter and merriment more so. Watching my friend interact with her man fills me with joy. They are so openly sexual that it both turns me on and makes it very clear to me that that part of a relationship is missing with Nathan. He simply isn’t wired that way.
I began to crave adventure. A rush. Something.
After the tasting I was driving home (yes, I was ok to drive) and the craving intensified. Nathan wasn’t home. Thanks to social media I knew he was in a far flung city on a roof top bar living the high life. Literally.
I pushed the Siri button and said, “Call Kevin Brown.”
Kevin and I met several years ago working on a project. We have flirted for years, joked about taking trips together, and admitted a mutual attraction. Yet, it had never been acted on. Not even a kiss. He teased me about being all talk and no action. “You say you’ll come see my new place,” he had texted a few months ago, “but you never will.”
He answered the phone with a smile in his voice, “Hey stranger. What are you up to?”
“Can I come over?” I asked. No preamble. No small talk. Just blunt. Direct. Urgent.
“Sure. Give me ten minutes.”
“Ok. Text me the address.”
My phone chimed a few seconds later. And I pointed my car toward his condo.