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Walking after dark in a lively town, there was advertisement for an open mic night, happening now. Inside was a stage and some chairs with a house guitar sitting in the corner. I trotted in and was greeted by the host. He invited me to play, and I wrote my name down.
On stage, a lovely little poet shared her work, raw and authentic. Our eyes never met, but she told me today how she'd noticed me. She left with a friend, but did see me play, as well as someone ask about my technique.
The next month, I returned, as did she. We both arrived late, and as I got up to sign my name down, she followed and we briefly met eyes. After I sang and she bobbed along, she then spoke up on the stage. Walking back, instead of acknowledging a compliment from the audience, she locked eyes with me. She looked breathless.
Leaving the venue, I slowly donned my coat, seeing her gathering things in peripherals. Walking to the door, she sped to exit behind me. As always when holding the door, I turned and and met eyes so that she could say thanks. Having not made an approach for close to half a year and going totally offline, we parted ways.
I saw her cross the street and stop a parking garage elevator. Passing by on the way to my own free street parking, I turned over my shoulder and raised up a hand, asking for her to send me her song from last month. She immediately complied and asked for my handle, then when told no gave me her phone opened to a new message for my number. Here I learned the story of her name.
I asked what she was up to as she hopped inside the elevator, then quickly said let's hang out as the doors started closing. She stopped them and said she was going for food, then the club, and proposed that I meet her there. I said that was unlikely tonight, but we'll see.
Four days later, she arrived in a fishnet halter top, black leather jacket, and black baggy pants. As we strolled through a freely open building with interesting architecture, I dove deep. There we ran into someone from the open mic, which was close to an hour away. We sat for a while, legs touching, then bounced to get tea, seated next to each other. There her eye contact improved with time. After two hours total, she had to get home. With ten minutes to go, we bounced up to my apartment quickly, then down. As she walked toward her car, I grabbed her above the elbow, pulled her toward me, cupped her cheek with the other hand, and kissed her. I then stopped and she kissed me back.
Five days later, she arrived and we walked around the corner to a restaurant with booths. Seated together, she ordered and ate while I drank a water. After half hour or so, we were the sole patrons. As the waiter put chairs on the tables around, we got up, she dropped cash, and we walked up a block to my place, all unsaid.
I then sensed she was still needing comfort, so broke the 10 minute kiss rule. She asked to hear a recording of the song I'd played with the full instrumentation. Soon after, I let conversation lapse. We met eyes, held the silent tension briefly, and I kissed her. We then spent a few hours in bed.
On stage, a lovely little poet shared her work, raw and authentic. Our eyes never met, but she told me today how she'd noticed me. She left with a friend, but did see me play, as well as someone ask about my technique.
The next month, I returned, as did she. We both arrived late, and as I got up to sign my name down, she followed and we briefly met eyes. After I sang and she bobbed along, she then spoke up on the stage. Walking back, instead of acknowledging a compliment from the audience, she locked eyes with me. She looked breathless.
Leaving the venue, I slowly donned my coat, seeing her gathering things in peripherals. Walking to the door, she sped to exit behind me. As always when holding the door, I turned and and met eyes so that she could say thanks. Having not made an approach for close to half a year and going totally offline, we parted ways.
I saw her cross the street and stop a parking garage elevator. Passing by on the way to my own free street parking, I turned over my shoulder and raised up a hand, asking for her to send me her song from last month. She immediately complied and asked for my handle, then when told no gave me her phone opened to a new message for my number. Here I learned the story of her name.
I asked what she was up to as she hopped inside the elevator, then quickly said let's hang out as the doors started closing. She stopped them and said she was going for food, then the club, and proposed that I meet her there. I said that was unlikely tonight, but we'll see.
Four days later, she arrived in a fishnet halter top, black leather jacket, and black baggy pants. As we strolled through a freely open building with interesting architecture, I dove deep. There we ran into someone from the open mic, which was close to an hour away. We sat for a while, legs touching, then bounced to get tea, seated next to each other. There her eye contact improved with time. After two hours total, she had to get home. With ten minutes to go, we bounced up to my apartment quickly, then down. As she walked toward her car, I grabbed her above the elbow, pulled her toward me, cupped her cheek with the other hand, and kissed her. I then stopped and she kissed me back.
Five days later, she arrived and we walked around the corner to a restaurant with booths. Seated together, she ordered and ate while I drank a water. After half hour or so, we were the sole patrons. As the waiter put chairs on the tables around, we got up, she dropped cash, and we walked up a block to my place, all unsaid.
I then sensed she was still needing comfort, so broke the 10 minute kiss rule. She asked to hear a recording of the song I'd played with the full instrumentation. Soon after, I let conversation lapse. We met eyes, held the silent tension briefly, and I kissed her. We then spent a few hours in bed.
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