Crystal's excitement turns to disappointment.
October 26th 2007 21:40
Crystals
I left work a bit early and managed to be home by 5.30 p.m. Tinkerbelle was nowhere in sight but I figured with the lights on and with a few hunger pangs for her milk and for something nice to eat she'd emerge when she was ready.
My plans included half an hour's rest and then I could take my time to get ready.
I lay back on the lounge and kicked my shoes off. Stretching out full length and unbuttoning my slacks made me feel very relaxed as I anticipated the night ahead. I let my arms hang free and let my head and neck sink into the cushions behind me, pulling a soft mohair throw over across my body. The early evening was a little chill.
My eyes closed and the relaxation set in deeper and deeper as I went into that meditative dream like state, forgetting all else around me. Dark slowly descended but my relaxed body had no desire to move.
Then swirls of sleep took over my supine body and the eyes went deeper and deeper towards sleep.
Then the swirls took over again and I felt myself start to wake up, something was pulling at my soft covering. Sure enough, it was Tinkerbelle playing with the frayed edges and pulling on the tufts of mohair she'd found dangling there so enticingly. A good hour had gone by and kitty took herself off to the kitchen running back and forth waiting to be fed.
I struggled up and put out her dinner which she scoffed down greedily. I could see that the outdoors had been good for her appetite. She lay down on her special cushion, stretched, curled up and was soon fast asleep. That was one less thing to worry about.
I had a leisurely shower and got dressed slowly, putting on my one special dress, I really did have some shopping to do. I'd washed my hair and had given it a quick dry, leaving it slightly damp so I could arrange my soft curls as they cascaded down around my face. I loved having my hair loose but all those years of ballet training demanded it be done, for the most part, in a tight chignon. But, not to-night, to-night it would be loose and I'd feel so comfortably relaxed. This was my big night out, a proper date at long last and I was really excited about it and could not help wondering what it would feel like to be held in Bob's strong embrace. I would have to wait.
I took a lot of care with my make up and nails and got into my dancing pumps, fashionable but comfortable, at least I was well equipped in that department.
I looked in the mirror and felt pleased with the reflection that smiled back at me and turned and checked every angle.
I picked up my evening bag and filled it with a bare minimum of articles and a small purse I kept for just such occasions. I was ready to fly and to flutter like a butterfly. This evening was mine and the world was my oyster and Bob really was such a stud.
He arrived promptly and we went out to his car which was a sleek steel grey, somehow I'd pictured him with a black car. I left a small light on for kitty who was now stretched out on her back and quite relaxed and cosy in her own little dream world.
Bob was everything an escort should be and I must admit I did feel a little awkward in his presence. His eyes admired me as he paid his compliments and I received a whiff of a gentle cologne.
The restaurant was as he'd described and the ambience almost surreal. The meal was delicious and the quantities just right, I had a champagne cocktail and Bob ordered a rich red wine for himself.
Playing grand piano
I wasn't much of a drinker but that one glass did wonders for me. The orchestra played and there was a singer who was doing a Michael Buble selection. It was inspiring and I felt inspired.
The drink had also loosened my tongue a little and I began to ask Bob about his attachments, after all, I knew so little about him.
"No, I'm still free", he provided.
"And no recent attachments?"
"No, not at all"
Now I knew he was not like me, socially hesitant, so this did not quite add up for me.
"But, surely,...."
And he suddenly confessed.
"Well, there is someone, but no-one special, if you know what I mean".....
Yes, I knew exactly what he meant, ....no thank you that was not going to be for me.
After that things cooled, decidedly, not icey, you know, but definitely cool and I had been feeling those vibes, very strongly, but not any more, oh, no, not for me, no, no, no, not at all.
The evening ended rather abruptly. He'd got the message and his escorting me home was rather less solicitous.
As we got out of the car, I thanked him for a lovely evening but asked that he not escort me inside, I'd be right on my own.
As I let myself in, I could hear his car starting off rather faster than necessary.......well that was it, really.
Tinkerbelle had disappeared again, and I kicked off my shoes and put on some Chopin. It was not long before I was in bed and fast asleep.
And so the big night out came and went, it really was a non event. Shame!
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