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“Yeah, give us some water too.”He turned away and took a seat at the table.Then, Chris looked at me and patted the space in front of him, “Come on.Sit down.”
If this story was ever told, for the life of me, I don't know why I sat down in that seat.That was my biggest mistake and Chris must have known… he had me.
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G.O.T.Me
My mind was still reeling as I stared at the handsome hippie sitting across from me.Unlike last night, Chris looked less like a hippie and more like a business man about to settle a deal.He had on a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slacks and dress shoes.His hair was coifed back and slightly raised higher at the top.The man was very handsome, I had to give him that, and the whole semi-cleaned up look versus picking up women at bars display seemed very different.
“Chris, look,” I tried to start before he could get on his high horse, but the man held up his hand with the universal motion of ‘save it.’
“No explanations needed.”He put his hand back down.“You told me up front, you were looking for a quick something, and I should have stuck with my first thought and let you be.”
Ouch.
He was right but why did it seem like I wanted to defend my actions and tell him it wasn’t like that.Though, it was.
“I’ve got some…” I tried again and up went his hand again.
He gave me an odd look before he said, “Seriously.I’m pissed but more at myself than you.Guys do this to women all the time.Be vague about the relationship and so when the inevitable happens, we cop out with…the relationship was never defined.Or we never made a commitment.”Chris shoulders went up and he said, “I get it.”
“Oh.Kay.”I answered slowly but not really knowing how to take what he was saying.
Part of me felt bad but then, this was the life I chose.It was what I had become due to my situation.I would never, and I mean never, be in a relationship and have to explain to any man, why they cannot fulfill their dreams with me because I’m half of a woman.A broken woman.
Yeah, that would never happen.
“Look, I’m not sure what your game is but I don’t do relationships, dating or all that shit.”I stood up.“Last night was great but I keep it to one night.”
To my surprise, Chris stood up and closed the distance between the two of us.Effectively putting himself in my personal space.
“Fine, Camila.Give me another night.”He shook his head to stop my open mouth protest.“I know.I know.Just one more night so I can get you out of my system.”
This man was on drugs.
“No!”I exclaimed.“What part of one night, don’t you get?”
He could not be believed.
“I know but here’s the thing.I forgot to do something and I won’t feel complete as a man unless I do.”He moved so his nose was one inch from mine.“Give me one more night and I’ll be complete.”
“You are so full of shit.”I glared at him.
A presence joined the bubble, which made both Chris and I turn our heads.The cashier stood there with two trays, one in each of her hands and our food on both.
“Your food is ready.”She tentatively smiled, probably knowing that she was interrupting a moment.
“Can you make that to go?”Chris asked her with a bright, knee-knocking smile.
Oh, buddy was good.
“Excuse me?”I interjected but the lady had already scurried off.
“Since you don’t date and shit.”He raised an assessing eyebrow at me.“We can just eat at my place.As you know, I’m not far from here.”
“Chris, you don’t seem to understand…” That was all I got out before his lips were on mine and I was effectively – shut up.
Chris’ tongue soon joined the party and somehow my body was against him, my hands were in his hair, and his were tugging on mine.Arching my mouth, so he could have his way in the Chinese restaurant.