much contemplation, she settled on an azure sundress with spaghetti straps, and a large coral colored hibiscus flower on the side, that wrapped around from back to front, to hug her left hip. She donned her pink sandals, decided that the fact that they clashed with the hibiscus on her dress didn’t matter, and she was ready to go. Releasing her hair from a rear bun, she allowed it to fall freely, framing her heart-shaped face.
Rat ional thoughts about her moving too quickly and the uncharacteristic nature of her actions were stifled by her justification – she was being smart and safe by driving her own car to meet Aiden; she could leave whenever she wanted or needed to.
Her arrival at the resort was early and she parked in the parking lot of the first entrance she saw. After a fifteen minute wait, and no sign of Aiden, she became concerned that she might be in the wrong place. She hadn’t thought to bring his cellphone number, so her only option was to sit and wait for him to call her. Within minutes, her cellphone rang. “Hi, I’m here, where are you?” It felt so good to hear his voice again.
“I’m in the parking lot ,” she replied.
“Where, exactly? I don’t see you.” Angela’s description of her location indicated that she was in the wrong place, so Aiden gave her directions to get to him. Ten minutes elapsed and Angela had not managed to find Aiden. “Stay where you are and I’ll come to you,” he instructed when he called again.
“Oh, I think I’m there now, hold on,” Angela retorted , and hung up. She wasn’t there at all. This initiated a vexing twelve-minute search for her, during which time Aiden’s voice grew increasingly taut on subsequent calls.
“Angela, just stop driving around, describe your surroundings and I’ll find you.” No grown person likes to be spoken to like a chil d, and Angela was no exception. He had made her feel like a naughty little girl while she sat in her car waiting for him to find her. Why had he become so agitated over something so petty? After all, he had not been specific about the meeting place to begin with. Although somewhat dejected, Angela was pleased to see him when he pulled in and parked his shiny black Infinity, in the space adjacent to her car. She liked that he drove a nice car, but did not appear to be too flashy.
“You’re mad at me aren’t you?” Angela walked around to lean on the hood of her car.
“What makes you think that?” his tone mollified, but not without effort.
“The way you spoke to me just now.”
“I’m not mad. It was just a small hiccup. We won’t let it ruin our day,” his mouth said, while his eyes still showed signs of agitation. “You look pretty,” he continued, visually tracing her every curve from top to bottom and back to top.
“Thanks. You look great too.” He wore khaki shorts and a white polo shirt that hung a couple of inches over his waistband. Although not too tight, the shirt was close enough for her to make out the contour of his chest. His shorts gave away more than his pants did on the previous evening. She would appreciate a little more meat and muscle, but she could work with what he had.
Cognizant of the fact that they were standing in the parking lot gawking at each other’s body, Angela tried to restore dignity. “Okay, so what are we doing?”
“No questions. I’ll lead, you follow.” A decisively strong man had the ability to cause Angela to go weak at the knees, but to completely win her over, she had resolved that his character had to be tempered with patience and kindness that flowed from his uninhibited ability to express love. Aiden had already received a check mark for being strong and decisive, but whether or not he was patient and kind, and
Rat ional thoughts about her moving too quickly and the uncharacteristic nature of her actions were stifled by her justification – she was being smart and safe by driving her own car to meet Aiden; she could leave whenever she wanted or needed to.
Her arrival at the resort was early and she parked in the parking lot of the first entrance she saw. After a fifteen minute wait, and no sign of Aiden, she became concerned that she might be in the wrong place. She hadn’t thought to bring his cellphone number, so her only option was to sit and wait for him to call her. Within minutes, her cellphone rang. “Hi, I’m here, where are you?” It felt so good to hear his voice again.
“I’m in the parking lot ,” she replied.
“Where, exactly? I don’t see you.” Angela’s description of her location indicated that she was in the wrong place, so Aiden gave her directions to get to him. Ten minutes elapsed and Angela had not managed to find Aiden. “Stay where you are and I’ll come to you,” he instructed when he called again.
“Oh, I think I’m there now, hold on,” Angela retorted , and hung up. She wasn’t there at all. This initiated a vexing twelve-minute search for her, during which time Aiden’s voice grew increasingly taut on subsequent calls.
“Angela, just stop driving around, describe your surroundings and I’ll find you.” No grown person likes to be spoken to like a chil d, and Angela was no exception. He had made her feel like a naughty little girl while she sat in her car waiting for him to find her. Why had he become so agitated over something so petty? After all, he had not been specific about the meeting place to begin with. Although somewhat dejected, Angela was pleased to see him when he pulled in and parked his shiny black Infinity, in the space adjacent to her car. She liked that he drove a nice car, but did not appear to be too flashy.
“You’re mad at me aren’t you?” Angela walked around to lean on the hood of her car.
“What makes you think that?” his tone mollified, but not without effort.
“The way you spoke to me just now.”
“I’m not mad. It was just a small hiccup. We won’t let it ruin our day,” his mouth said, while his eyes still showed signs of agitation. “You look pretty,” he continued, visually tracing her every curve from top to bottom and back to top.
“Thanks. You look great too.” He wore khaki shorts and a white polo shirt that hung a couple of inches over his waistband. Although not too tight, the shirt was close enough for her to make out the contour of his chest. His shorts gave away more than his pants did on the previous evening. She would appreciate a little more meat and muscle, but she could work with what he had.
Cognizant of the fact that they were standing in the parking lot gawking at each other’s body, Angela tried to restore dignity. “Okay, so what are we doing?”
“No questions. I’ll lead, you follow.” A decisively strong man had the ability to cause Angela to go weak at the knees, but to completely win her over, she had resolved that his character had to be tempered with patience and kindness that flowed from his uninhibited ability to express love. Aiden had already received a check mark for being strong and decisive, but whether or not he was patient and kind, and
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