The clock above my head ticks slowly, the sound ever increasing as the minutes pass by; tick, tick, tick. I normally do not notice the time while I work, usually I am the energizer bunny of workers, in early, out late, always working, but that day was different. I had a date; a first date to be exact. Finally the time has come for me to go home; I step out into the warm Vegas air. September in Vegas is typically warm, with the average daily temperatures in the upper nineties. I can smell the familiar scents of fall slowly encroaching on the city. My mind was racing; what will he be like? Will he be fun, boring? I am exuding excitement.
I arrive home and start preparing for the evening; the warm water of my shower feels silky against my skin, …show more content…
Since the smell of the islands still lingers around me, I order a personal favorite, Sex on the Beach. While I wait for my drink, I slide a crisp new twenty dollar bill into the machine, and, almost automatically, I place my hand on the machine’s smooth plastic buttons, and upon pressing them, the dreadfully delightful rush I get from gambling pulses through me. My drink arrives and the tartness of the cranberry and vodka cause my lips to pucker around the straw. As I release the grip on the straw, I look up to see a man in his mid-twenties watching me from about 10 feet away. As our eyes meet I realize he is my date.
“Hi I’m Linda, you must be Justin”, I said, with a slight crack in my voice, while giving a timid, nervous wave. He smiles, and our night begins. We make our way over to the central bar, my arm through his, allowing him to lead the way. We enjoy a few drinks and engage in typical first date conversation, waiting for the show to open. Anxious to move from the bar to a more intimate setting, I ask the bartender when the door will open for the band; to our surprise, the show was dark on Thursdays. We decide, instead, to find some …show more content…
Drinks and food ordered, our conversation evolves from common dialogue to more in-depth life passions; the topic turns to quantum gravity and quantum reality and I see his eyes, filled with passion, are a glow and dancing, like the seductive flames of a campfire on a dark, quiet night in the wilderness. In that moment we are alone, the restaurant, the patrons, and the staff disappear, just like in the movies when they pan the camera in and darken the background around a person, we too are engulfed in a bubble; the soft light of the candle on the table lighting is our faces, and the only sound is that of our voices and the clinking of our forks. We remained in this bubble for nearly two hours, gently caressing each other’s hands, laughing fully at amusing moments, and if I dare say falling in love. Our waiter, interrupting us to bring the check, breaks our bubble like a baseball rushing through a window.
As a lazy river crawls through the grass and reeds of the plains knowing it will dry up and end soon, and trying to extend the trip just a little further, to last a little longer, we take our time meandering slowly back through the casino. We enter the parking garage and notice the night has turned from hot and stuffy to a pleasant cool breeze. I lead him towards my car, the conversation winds down, and we begin to say our goodbyes. He opens my car door and leans towards me, kissing my lips softly; my
I arrive home and start preparing for the evening; the warm water of my shower feels silky against my skin, …show more content…
Since the smell of the islands still lingers around me, I order a personal favorite, Sex on the Beach. While I wait for my drink, I slide a crisp new twenty dollar bill into the machine, and, almost automatically, I place my hand on the machine’s smooth plastic buttons, and upon pressing them, the dreadfully delightful rush I get from gambling pulses through me. My drink arrives and the tartness of the cranberry and vodka cause my lips to pucker around the straw. As I release the grip on the straw, I look up to see a man in his mid-twenties watching me from about 10 feet away. As our eyes meet I realize he is my date.
“Hi I’m Linda, you must be Justin”, I said, with a slight crack in my voice, while giving a timid, nervous wave. He smiles, and our night begins. We make our way over to the central bar, my arm through his, allowing him to lead the way. We enjoy a few drinks and engage in typical first date conversation, waiting for the show to open. Anxious to move from the bar to a more intimate setting, I ask the bartender when the door will open for the band; to our surprise, the show was dark on Thursdays. We decide, instead, to find some …show more content…
Drinks and food ordered, our conversation evolves from common dialogue to more in-depth life passions; the topic turns to quantum gravity and quantum reality and I see his eyes, filled with passion, are a glow and dancing, like the seductive flames of a campfire on a dark, quiet night in the wilderness. In that moment we are alone, the restaurant, the patrons, and the staff disappear, just like in the movies when they pan the camera in and darken the background around a person, we too are engulfed in a bubble; the soft light of the candle on the table lighting is our faces, and the only sound is that of our voices and the clinking of our forks. We remained in this bubble for nearly two hours, gently caressing each other’s hands, laughing fully at amusing moments, and if I dare say falling in love. Our waiter, interrupting us to bring the check, breaks our bubble like a baseball rushing through a window.
As a lazy river crawls through the grass and reeds of the plains knowing it will dry up and end soon, and trying to extend the trip just a little further, to last a little longer, we take our time meandering slowly back through the casino. We enter the parking garage and notice the night has turned from hot and stuffy to a pleasant cool breeze. I lead him towards my car, the conversation winds down, and we begin to say our goodbyes. He opens my car door and leans towards me, kissing my lips softly; my