when i can’t sleep my mind races and when my mind races i never know where it will go. on this night my mind is thinking back to a moment of helplessness. how did i end up helpless? you’ll soon find out.
the date began like many others had, a quick text, ideas exchanged, and plans determined. movie and brunch, with mimoas and a smattering of other fruity drinks. yes please. i knock on the door and the chef or rather the bartender was busy at work. i was enlisted chop various fruit and to taste quite a few times variations before my partner even had one. i did not notice how strong the drinks were nor did i notice how many i had while we were doing the kitchen tango.
i noticed myself wobble a little but soon we were on the couch watching disney and cuddling. i think i dozed off because when i woke up i was offered more drink and a change of movie. this time to something with more adult themes. it was during this movie that my bartender/date’s hands were slowly moving up legs and torso, lips moving from cheek to neck to lips. i melted but i wasn’t wanting sex, so i tried to redirect hands to g-rated places. i was obliged and appreciative until a few minutes later i was touched and kissed some more. i still loved it but wanted it to stop.