6:08pm. The Sushi bar is dimly lit with ambient lights and the beat of electronic music. It’s a pretty hip place compared to most sushi places. It sounded like a good place to meet for my upteenth round of first dates.
Sigh. Dating has been bleak lately. For me, dating is not about checkboxes. It’s not about learning what movies you like or your favorite baseball team. It’s not about whether you want kids or not. It’s about instinct and play. It’s about mental and physical chemistry that flows through touch, words, posture, expression, and…that bit of unexplainable instinct.
Finally, it’s about what you create together. A symphony of ideas, experimentation, and urges–feeling for where the energy goes.
So when I turn and see her walking in, I immediately notice the effortlessness with which she carries herself–a grace and strength that comes from years of practice. She is dressed in black with brown shoulder length hair. Pale, porcelain skin. See-through blouse with a black bra. Short skirt. Lace stockings. I wonder if those stockings go all the way up? I catch myself asking questions about her already. Good sign.
“Hello,” she says with a smile, “Andrea.”