Blind Date

He sat waiting for her to show up unaware that she had already arrived and was peeking at him from around the corner. There is always a bit of nervousness when meeting someone from a dating site thrown together by algorithms that have no discernable rhyme or reason. And this was the first time she’d ventured into it. Please don’t let him be a crazy person was the mantra she mumbled under her breath.

While he was occupied with fixing himself the perfect cup of coffee, three sugars and enough cream to turn the coffee a paler color brown than her biscuit brown complexion, she found herself drawn to his hands, broad heavy workman’s hands that would have once marked him as being from peasant stock. There was something comforting in the size and apparent strength of those hands. Although he was half hidden behind the waist high table she could see enough to make her mind start spinning tales of being picked up with ease and thrown around in the most delightful way. Broad shoulders a thick neck and muscular arms all topped with the most intriguing face. While no one would call him classically handsome there was something about his face that drew the eye. Maybe it was the vivid blue eyes that looked as if he saw everything including her hiding behind the wall. Silky dark blond hair framed a broad face adorned with full pink lips and a cute nose. Those lips were currently curved into a grin as she finally made herself known.

Although she was shy bordering on timid in her greeting her eyes gave her away. Deep brown eyes with an interesting slant to them hinted at a multiethnic ancestry and revealed the sense of humor and sensuality lurking beneath her demure demeanor. Sliding into the booth he only glimpsed her figure, which from what he could see was rounded in a most unusual yet appealing way. Slim hips, round thighs, a cute cushiony belly, and modestly sized but round breasts. Somehow it worked in an indescribable way. Since his taste didn’t run towards very thin women he hid his satisfied smile behind his coffee cup. Her short hair was a riot of locs going every which way that he could barely keep his hands out of. First date etiquette certainly doesn’t encourage mauling the hair of a near stranger without permission after all. Not that rules meant a lot to him but scaring off skittish prey was no way to get her to lower her guard and let him see the personality she kept hidden.

After ordering cake and hot chocolate they sat taking each other in. Her with full brownish pink lips round cheeks and a lone dimple that flashed when she smiled and laughed. This is not a girl who takes life or anything else seriously unless she absolutely has to was a thought that flitted across his mind. Her joy was palpable and she nearly vibrated with energy. It would have been completely unsurprising if she’d started dancing in the middle of the restaurant for no other reason than that she could. He made note of the fact that if she’d been a child she would have been considered ADHD for sure.

Conversation started slowly but with each bit of cake consumed the questions and stories flowed more easily as if the chocolate concoction served the same social lubricating effects usually associated with alcohol. She told stories of innocent rebellions like sitting in her own back yard after dark, while his transgressions left her slack jawed in a combination of horror and envy.

Discovering how different their upbringings had been was hilarious; she was wide eyed at his childhood antics having been a quieter bookworm herself. On the other hand her mix of innocence and worldliness charmed him, reminding him of a naïf. Not a title generally applied to a woman in her thirties but something about this woman screamed girl more than woman.

After two cups of cocoa she excused herself to the powder room and in it became evident in watching her walk away that the roundness that marked her thighs and face was also quite apparent in her full backside, a pleasant surprise given the slenderness of her hips. Never before had he characterized himself as an ass man but it was a conversion he was more than willing to make watching her unconsciously seductive languid way of walking. The visual admiration was fully returned after she reclaimed her seat and he got up to smoke on the patio. His thighs and calves that were so conveniently on display in soccer shorts were like tree trunks. The power evident in them inspired a bevy of unladylike thoughts.

Unlike him her every thought was broadcast on her face so as he slipped into the booth he had to hold back laughter at the lustful thoughts she was trying so valiantly to hide. He was not vain although it must be said that he was used to having that type of effect on women. It was something he couldn’t account for as he rated himself a generous 6 at best but for some reason he’d never had trouble finding female companionship. Of course it could have had something to do with the combination of lips looking like they were made for kissing and a powerfully built body combined with a massive intellect. Anyone with that body looks as if they have the stamina to show a girl a good time and after talking to him you know he has the knowledge to make it memorable. For a girl who prized intelligence and had a weakness for solid strong looking men the combination was irresistible.

The hours flew by at double time and in due order the coffee shop staff was throwing unsubtle hints about closing. They decided to extend their date into walking through the park to keep talking. Other park residence probably thought the two of them mad with their unrestrained laughter and silly antics, in such a quiet town two adults making use of the swings and slide was not a common sight.

Aside from the obvious physical attraction that sparked between them the shared love of laughter and daring is what really did it. They had found what promised to be kindred spirits in each other and each finding the other so easy to talk to freely spoke of the most personal things without feeling awkward. When finally time constraints and the closing of the park for the night forced them to part ways they did so with a sweet kiss that held promises of kisses to come and assurances of their intentions to keep in touch. As they looked back on their first date many years later they couldn’t tell you exactly what was said but they both knew that in that first meeting they had found the person they were meant to be with. Score one for the internet.