Next day. As per my new routine, I made my rounds about the complex after breakfast. I thought to give Dave a call and share with him my meeting of this young lady on the bus, whom I shall here name, Diana. The call would have to wait till the afternoon as I knew he would be out during the morning hours – no cell phones yet.
Upon returning to my apartment, out of boredom I skimmed through some of the magazines there on my coffee table while listening to the radio. Now what? I rested for a little bit. Oh yes I would call ‘mom’ and fill her in on my day up till the moment; to tell her about Diana or not, hmmm. I would tell Dave first.
He was already home by now and Mrs. Elson called Dave to the phone. I took a deep breath, ‘Okay Dave, don’t make a big fuss but …I met a girl on the bus.’ He gave a light-hearted laugh and replied, “Hey that’s great! What did you guys do?”
I gave him a detailed account of how we met including our exchange of contact information. I told him that she seemed interested in me I felt due to all the questions she asked me; where was I from, what do I do all day, and asking as many get-to-know-you questions as she could.
Both our days had already been planned out and so we wouldn’t have any more time to spend that day. Then Dave suggested that we should double date. I was confused. ‘What the hell is a double date?’ Dave just laughed at me!
Then he explained it was more of a comfort thing. “We would go for some dinner, take in a movie, go dancing or head out to the beach, whatever we like really.” We could do anything as a normal date but we’d all go together and make a day or night out out of it. “See the comfort?” Well I really liked that idea.
Dave and I finished our call. In the late afternoon I decided to call Diana. I asked her if she’d like to meet for some lunch or something. She excitedly agreed. We would meet tomorrow then. She asked me if I knew the Chevron gas station on the corner and I said yes. “Good,” she replied quickly, “meet me there tomorrow at noon.”
I had a date! That night after my dinner and evening rounds of the property, I stayed in just taking it easy, doing much thinking about various things and listening to the radio.
Next morning routine the same although now my step was lighter. I was definitely happy about meeting with Diana for lunch today.
Noontime was just around the corner and with one last check in the mirror I headed out the door. We arrived at the Chevron station at nearly the same time, both of us hungry for an adventure and some lunch too.
“If you’re interested I have a great place we can go for lunch,” she proposed. I was open to suggestions. “They have the most marvelous turkey burgers!” Diana claimed. With a big smile I told her, ‘Let’s get going then.’
We walked to this establishment, it was only 3 blocks away from where we stood.
Diana showed me the burgers on the menu and getting the feel for what I might enjoy, she then ordered for us. She requested my burger to be well-cooked and ordered coffee for me. She had a milkshake with her burger.
She was absolutely correct, I really enjoyed that burger! We were clearly entertained by each other’s answers to random questions in between bites and sips getting to know more about one another. Lunch was my treat although she did make the hand on the check gesture, something I certainly was not used to.
Afterwards we walked around the village for a little while. We both had so much to say and there was never an uncomfortable silence between us. I offered to show her ‘…from the outside,’ I specified this politely for her comfort, where I was living. We walked that way and I showed her.
“You could walk me up to my place and see where I live too, if you like,” she offered in return. And so we walked up the hill to her apartment. Diana asked me then if I’d like to come in. ‘Of course, I would love to.’ I did not hesitate to reply.
It was a nice little place. She mentioned that she had a student from India staying with her at the moment. It was a one bedroom apartment and the girl slept out on the sofa. She was in class at that time, so it was only the two of us.
We sat and talked for quite awhile. In there somewhere she made something for me to drink though I cannot recall now if it was hot tea or something cold; irrelevant I’m sure. I looked around the room and noticed a lot of her decor reflected the Indian culture; travel posters, fluffy colorful pillows, books and what not.
I asked her about her obviously immense interest and knowledge of things Indian. Diana proceeded to explain that she gathered much information from her roomate. She’d also studied through many books and asked a lot of questions of Indian students who’d give her the time of day. Many did as they seemed to enjoy her interest in their culture as well as the attention paid to them.
The afternoon was effortless. After a while I knew it was getting late, the light outside was changing and although her roomate had not returned, I knew I should be going back. Besides in the back of my mind, I gave thought to the owner of the apartment complex might be looking for me.
The attraction between Diana and myself was definitely mutual and when I saw the opportunity to go in for a first kiss, there was no hesitation from her, only magnetic attraction and it was very, very nice. We found ourselves holding on to one another; it was secure and exciting all at once.
Forcing a break at last from the comfort of the cuddle, I got up to leave. Diana walked out to the street with me, hand in hand. In parting she said to me, “I’ll stand right here till you’re down the hill.” We shared a goodnight kiss or two and more hugs.
It felt as though we both knew one another for a long time, the comfort was incredible and then I walked away but not before assuring her that I’d call her again.
In about fifteen minutes I was home. What a day! I was feeling really good about the time spent with Diana. I slept peacefully that night.