Cold Feet

RICK

I wake up and roll over. Slowly I open my eyes and wonder where I am. As I remember, I reach out my arm and find the bed empty. I feel something against the soft bedsheets and lift my head as I grasp it with my hand. It’s a note.

Good morning Sexy.

I don’t usually leave men in my bed but you looked so peaceful and I had to go. Take your time and fix yourself some breakfast and coffee or whatever. I would be nice to find you as I left you but that might be asking too much. A girl can hope though.

And if my hopes make me horny that’s okay.

If you have to go that’s fine too.

Call me later whatever you decide to do.

C.

PS. Last night was awesome.

She’d written her number and I saved it in my phone. I read the message again. Short and sweet. Last night had been awesome and I have to admit I would like to be here when she got back but that might send the wrong message as much as we would like it. Like, I don’t have a home to go home to, or my life’s too sad to go home to so I’ll just stay here.

No. Not an option. Besides if I were to stay, it might create an unspoken idea of who is dominant here. And that’s just not going to happen.

I wonder why I’m even thinking of staying. I never stay the night so I’ve already broken my rule. Not intentionally though. I fell asleep waiting for her to be sleeping deeply.

Just an excuse, I tell myself. You broke the rule. It doesn’t matter how you dress it up. And now I’m actually contemplating being here when she gets back? Why? You know your rule. One-night stands and booty calls. That’s it. Nothing long term or anything that would suggest moving towards anything long term.

clothes over the dressing table stool. I get up and

to leave when I realize it would be decent to leave a

Too much. I’ll

table. Then I send her a quick text thanking her for last night and telling her I enjoyed it too. I don’t ask her where she is and I don’t allude to meeting

as I ride down the

up

Yep ?

have

I’ll get something on the

If I had known you have an appointment today, I would have woken

made both of us

Thanks. Chat later. C

Sure, I reply.

anything but it just sounds more plausible than saying I didn’t want to eat breakfast at her place. I wasn’t about to go through her kitchen cupboards and fridge to find something for breakfast. It’s a no-no in terms

the television for a while before feeling the urge to get some fresh air outside. I decide to go for a ride and don

and to take the opportunity to explore the neighborhood and parks at a

or other wedding reception. I think I should have

gather, she is even more sought after as a wedding planner than

is now. She sold up and left. I don’t know if she moved somewhere else in the city or if she left town altogether. I feel sorry for her and what happened. In a way I wonder if I contributed to her business going under by offering my card to her

I think of her which is surprisingly often. I tried sending her messages but she stopped answering and I have

that thought is gone my thoughts turn to Christine again. I remember our night of passion and I have to admit it was one of the most passionate evenings I have had with any woman. What we had promised so much more but I don’t normally go back for seconds. I find myself in quandary as I explore a new area I’ve never been in before. I feel myself begin to harden at the memories of last night and the thoughts of

on the sidewalk as I wait for my

wrong with you? I ask myself. You’ve never struggled for dates yet here you are thinking of going back