A LONG NIGHT

No Such Thing As Coincidence

Checking my reflection in the restaurant window one more time, I felt a little nervous.  It had been a long night already, and “he” still isn’t here.  I thought to myself as I sat there alone sipping on my gin and tonic.  I spent two hours getting ready.  Picking the perfect shade of lipstick that always makes the boys stare a second longer.

Tonight was supposed to be different.  Tonight I have a date worth dressing up for.  Making sure every inch of me is perfectly smooth, smells just right and is exposed in all the right places.  Thirty minutes passed, then forty-five.  Then just embarrassment.  Sadly, this was turning into a long night.  The bartender gave me one last pity smile.  I collected my things, paid my tab and decided to call it a long night.

The Ride Home

Outside the night air felt cold and dirty as I stood shivering, waiting for my Uber.  A black SUV pulled up.  The driver leaned over and smiled as I slid into the backseat.  He was very good looking, confident, well spoken, warm and easy to talk to.  “Has it been a long night?” He asked in a sexy voice.  “you could say that”  I said with a deep sigh.  He didn’t pry.  Just drove.  Glancing in the mirror and drawing me in with his voice and conversation.  By the time he dropped me off, I was feeling relaxed, enlightened, almost playful.  “Thank you” I said, “For more than just the ride”.  “Anytime” he said like he meant it.

Moments later, I am upstairs in my pajamas and sweater socks eating cookies right out of the box when suddenly horror washed over me – my jacket was gone!!  Not just any jacket.  The favorite one.  The one that hugs my curves like it has a crush on me!

Cookies And Handy J’s – A Long Night

Just as panic had set in, there was a knock at the door.  I licked the cookie crumbs from my fingers and opened up to find him standing there.  Jacket draped over his arm, and that sexy smile.  A long night had just turned into a long great night for me.

Excited to see him and thrilled to see my jacket again, I invited him in.  My chest fluttered as I stood there in my pajamas, no makeup and a sloppy ponytail.  Electricity alive between us.  Watching me like I was the only thing in the room worth noticing, he leaned in for a kiss.  One kiss turned into another.  Slow, lingering.  The kind that makes you wish a long night was even longer.

Slowly we made our way to the sofa and clothes were coming off.  My naked ambition was getting the best of me and he had me very excited.  My hand traveled up his thigh and down the waistband of his pants.  I couldn’t help myself.  Like a hungry cheating housewife, I had to touch him.  I needed to feel his excitement.  To amplify the electricity between us.  For a long night, it was the best night I’ve had in a very long time.

Leaving would have felt wrong.  His name was Ethan.  He cooked breakfast like a man who respected bacon.  Then he got my eggs just right.  He fixed the squeaky cabinet door without being asked.  And he fit seamlessly into my story like the perfect ending to a long night.

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