Coconut tea in the morning...

Last night I had one of the most interesting evenings that I have had in a very long time. I met with the film man again. But unfortunately that was very short lived. We had dinner, and during dinner he received a phone call which told him that he had somewhere else to be. I was home within an hour of leaving it. Not wanting to have the evening be a total loss, I walked to a small cafe that is a few blocks from my house.

 There was a man playing on a guitar. The audience was small, but it felt close and intimate in a way which I haven't felt in a long time; everyone was having such a good time, I couldn't resist. So with a glass of white wine, I sat alone at a table on the side and simply enjoyed. A few more glasses later and I was still enjoying myself when the music ended. It was a little disappointing. The musician who had been playing walked over to my table and offered to buy me another drink. Never one to say no to an attractive man, I accepted and he joined me. The next few hours went by as if in a dream; we laughed, we talked, we drank. A lot. He is one of the most interesting people I have met in a long time. He had had so many life experiences that I found irresistible to devour. I didn't want our encounter to end. So it didn't. Until the next morning.

As I sipped coconut tea and smiled at him over cantaloup, I was absolutely delighted. Not one to normally bring strange men back to my home, I felt that last night was separate from all other encounters I have ever had. It was sweet, yet lustful. There had been none of the intense awkwardness that I had been expecting. I felt intensely connected to the music man. He  sang to me as I fell asleep and ran his fingers along my back ever so slowly. I have never had a lover who was so caring without ever really knowing me. I think it would be best if I saw him again. It really was a night to remember....