Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Sunday Afternoon

He walked with me, in his backpack, he packed my 5 inch heels, my Roots wallet and my phone. He carries them on his back so that I could be free of carrying anything at all. He cared about me that way, he also liked that I was free handed, so he could hold my hand and walk through the park.

He was tall and had long arms, I'm short with short arms, our hands barely touched, yet he held mine tight. When I saw him, I often rested my head on his shoulders, we embraced like that often before we were set out to do things.

I greeted him with little kisses, planted on his mouth, through his beard, beard that he grew just for me, for I liked men with beard, men with beard turned me on, I liked older men and he was older by only six years, yet he looked so much older, for I looked younger than my age.

Poppies and rhododendron were blooming in the park. We took side path, path less traveled, across the fields and onto Cole Street. He asked along the way as to whether or not I'd traveled this way, I said, "no", and he was satisfied. He liked to show me new things. I showed great ignorance around his neighborhood, for I had not been to this side of town much. My experience was mostly around hipper neighborhoods and yet his neighborhood breathed life. People were less transient. They set roots like he once did, and they never left.

He put our names on the board, the wait list was long. He used my name because it had 4 syllables and his only had one.  We waited in the shade under a tree and the wait was lengthy yet I did not care about the first thirty minutes. I enjoyed the sun and the warm Sunday afternoon, where he held me with his arms and occasionally kissed me by lowering his head, I felt his mouth on my forehead.

I knew he adored me though he'd never admit that.

At nearly 2 PM we were seated. He asked for a bloody mary and I asked for coffee. We sat across from one another in a small cramped space, and enjoyed our meal. Said very little of anything. We were so different, I spoke so much and yet he spoke so little. He asked several times if I liked my food. After food in my tummy I was visibly happier, and he took that as a sign of an approval for this restaurant. He knew how I liked the food just so. With him, dining was always adventure.

When I went to the bathroom he searched for change in my wallet and found a $10 bill and added it to the tab. When I returned he said that he had gone to my wallet and fetched $10. It's less than what I owed, but he often made sure I paid less. Sometimes he paid for me all together.

We took our leisurely walk to the bakery down the street and fetched sweets. He bought things for me and we then took our stroll back to the park, finding hippie hill and sat ourselves down and ate the treats.

I laid sideways, my head resting on his thighs. I told him that I was his girl. He was happy to see that. When I came out of the bathroom I caught him looking at me, making sure I knew where he was sitting, and when he knew that I had recognized he turned away, pretending that he was not worried. I knew he cared about me. In his ways, and that made me happy.

People asked me about him. All I could say was that he made me happy. He's not handsome, he's slim and tall, he's losing his hair, he did not have any fancy degrees, he had a boring profession, he was into playing music, he did not have a fancy car, nor owned any real estate, he was simply an old bachelor who had never been married and who was used to being alone.

Yet he took me in. We got up eventually to go home, his choice, not mine. We walked all the way to his house where we rested some more. Both naked and in bed, in his bed, my favorite bed, we fell asleep after sex, his hand holding mine. When I woke up I did not want to wake him, so I let him continue holding my hand, while I closed my eyes and listened to him breathing.

Such was a Sunday afternoon. It was the first and only afternoon like this I have had in nearly 20 years. I don't know who he was and why he came into my life. But here he was, the one and only who made me so happy and so content. I would trade a lot of my worldly possessions, to be with him.

All because he was the first person in my life, who took me out on a brunch, held my hands, and napped after.


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