I went on a date Thursday night. It was a first date so I didn’t have high expectations for the evening. I met Dave online several weeks ago and had exchanged pics and a few short emails. He seemed nice so I through caution to the wind and met him at a lounge . We had a drink together and talked, He had a charming since of humour and a goofiness that I found quite endearing. He stroked my hand with his as we talked and when he moved in for a kiss I met his lips with mine. After the drink we took a walk in the cool evening air . We paused in a doorway and kissed. The pilot was lit when he put his hand upon my breast but things weren’t going farther that night. He saw me to my train and I rode home wondering if he’d call again.
I went to work as usual on Friday morning. Thursday My boss told me that I was due for a review the next day and I wasn’t expecting anything major. Just the usual you’re doing great here, okay there and could stand some improvement in this area. Boy, was I wrong!
I was told that I sucked in almost all areas of my work performance. I was completely blind sided. I had never felt the impact of hormone therapy as acutely as I did in those moments. It took all my reserves to keep from bursting into tears. Still my eyes welled up and my voice quivered. I quickly regained some composure and reverted to the adversarial and business like tones I’d honed over my long career as a corporate game player.
“You’re being defensive”, the management safety blanket.
“How should I react when someone speaks falsely about me?” I replied.
I like my boss. I had always thought of her as a friend. While very angry I had hope we could resolve our differences. I left work early and went straight home. I was smart to have grabbed some tissues for the ride.
I woke up the computer when I got there and found a message from David waiting. He’d lost my phone number. Would I be interested in watching the sunset over the ocean? Yes!
I live a short distance from the beach so I kicked off the skirt and panty hose, through on jeans and a sweater and In half an hour Dave was leading me by the hand to the edge of the Pacific.
We found a sand dune to sit on. We smiled, laughed, talked and sipped coffee as we watched that big, red ball of fire drown in the coolness of the sea. After the last flicker of the sun’s light had faded the air began to cool quickly. By this time we were kissing deep and long so it seemed only natural to adjourn to his house. Once inside I quickly found myself naked on his bed.
It was as if this man had been making love to me for years. By magic he seemed to know just how and where to touch me. As i looked up at my polished nails against his tanned skin, my legs wrapped around his body I knew that this was exactly where I wanted to be. I felt the woman inside me stretch and coo in satisfaction. In the arms of a man was where I belonged.
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