Seeing An Old Friend

On Friday, I met an old friend, whom I had recently caught up with on Facebook, for lunch on his way out of Atlanta back to Charlotte.  He was the first guy I dated when I moved to Atlanta from South Florida.  My friend, Carolyn, and I had gone out to a club to dance, in Charlotte.  We were dancing on a very crowded stage, when this GORGEOUS man stood right in front of me and stared at me.  I kept dancing.  He smiled at me.  I kept dancing.  He held his hand up to me, to help me down off of the stage.  I kept dancing.  I turned my back to him and would look back occasionally to see him still standing there smiling at me.  I gave in.  I let him help me down from the stage.  We introduced ourselves, over the loud music and decided to go sit outside and talk.  His name is Keith.  He is tall, smart, sexy and just a few years older than me (I was 21 at the time).  We chatted for a bit when he asked me to dance.  When most guys ask you to dance, you always think, “he’s probably going to dance like shit - hey, but at least he’s hot.”  Wrong.  This man could DANCE.  So much so that we didn’t get off of the dance floor for over an hour.

Sweaty and tired, he offered to drive me back to my girlfriend’s house – hint, hint…meaning AFTER we went to his house.  I can promise you the man could fuck as well as he danced.  Good gracious! We had such a good time that we decided to see each other every day/night that I was up in Charlotte.  My girlfriend was pissed-off.  Oh, well.  Back then, boys came first.

We dated off and on for over 4 years.  I would drive up there – he would drive down here.  We always had fun.  One day after we had rockin’ phone sex, we decided that if we weren’t married or seriously involved with someone when he turned 30, we would get together and make babies.  We even signed a “contract.”  Weird, I know.  Needless to say, when he turned 30, I was living with Hubby…so the contract was null and void.  We didn’t talk all that frequently after that, but when we did, it was like I had never left.  But then life went on…

Sitting at the bar, with my back to the door, I feel this hand slip around my waist.  I turned my head and there is this gorgeous man who I had remembered so fondly, except now he was totally gray.  It suits him well.  All the emotions and fun memories came flooding back.  “Remember the time we went to Fat Tuesday (a bar in Charlotte) and on the way home, you dared me to take off all of my clothes in the car and ride home naked?” 

“How could I forget!  You are the only girl who would ever do that with me.”  (Surprised?  I think not.)

“Remember the bachelor party that you came to Atlanta for – with 25 of your fraternity brothers?  Remember how you and I went back to the hotel and fucked like rabbits in the suite and didn’t even notice that the guys were on the balcony watching every move we made?”

“Only you, SoVix.  Only you!”

We finished our lunch and we walked out to the car.  I hugged him very tightly and is was reciprocated.  “I want to kiss you,” he said.  And I said, “Go for it!”  That kiss brought back so many wonderful memories of my good friend and all the silly things that went along with our friendship.  The lunch crowd on the patio of the restaurant started clapping when we were finished smooching.  That was perfect.