Photo Credit: Denise Valle
Because then, I'm forced to remember.
We had a great time. It was nothing but friendly and sweet.
And then came time for our goodbyes.
In my mind, I'm thinking..."Just give me a fake hug, just give me a fake hug...And I'll be on my way..."
But no. It was like some weird magnet forced our bodies together into a proper embrace.
Uh. Oh.
It was snuggly. Just what I had been craving...almost all my life.
Shoot.
And then I felt a hand cup the back of my head.
Wait. What.
That's not part of a normal hug, fool.
I'm about to throw a flag down on this play.
The hand gently comes down.
Ok. That's better.
And then the hand comes back up again. And holds the back of my head with a bit of passion and intensity.
I'm sorry what.
No sir. You can't just spring those moves on people. Didn't your mama tell you these rules?
We unlock.
And I'm a bit stunned. He says some gibberish.
And I try not to drool on myself.
Well played, sir. Well played.
Now I'm trying to figure out middle names for our future babies.
Wisdom's Knocking:
"Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem,
by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer:
Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up,
until the time is ripe—and you’re ready." - Song of Solomon 2:7