Once we lay quiet, Mike said he would dress and bring some take out.
I said “You do not have to do that, I will grab a sundress, sandals let’s go and see if we can find something open and have a nice meal, something within walking distance. He agreed as long as he was allowed to get into something more casual. Mike called the restaurant he had booked for us and made the apologies, saying we were uncontrollably detained. The Matradee said that they still had a table, the menu at this time of the night is lighter but still interesting.
We were out the door and in a cab within 20 minutes, arriving at the restaurant 10 minutes later. There is something about how Mike places his left hand at the small of my back; it keeps my pulse stuttering. I have never reacted to anyone the way I do him, not sure what this is yet, I mentally tell myself not to over think as I have in the past, just dance with it as my sister used to say. If you just go with the flow; that is just moving along with whatever is propelling you, you want to dance with it, that way the steps can be changed with the music of the moment, become part of the music.
Yes that is it that is what I am feeling with Mike I am part of the music. We sat across from each other in the back corner of the restaurant. I would like to say that we only had eyes for each other and there was no other in the world at this moment; that was not the case nor was it possible; our waiter wanted to get an award for being the most personable and attentive waiter on earth.
Our waiter’s name was Carl, he was the most Indian man I have ever met; we thought it hilarious that his name was Carl. I asked if he changed his name or was he named this by his parents. He smiled and said “My mother was a big Carl Malden fan, and thought I would be as strong and brilliant.”
Mike and I laughed at that even the next morning over breakfast. I was checking my watch when Mike said “Lyndsey, I know we will have maybe 2 weeks here together, I would also like to have more time to get to know you State Side.”
I told Mike that I would like that as well. We said our goodbyes and I was off in a cab back to the warehouse I was at yesterday going through more bolts of fabric. I have a gift which enables me to compartmentalize my life; when I am at work that is where my head is. That was one of the problems I’ve had in my past relationships, my significant other would be thinking of me all day hoping I was doing the same. I am not made that way, I need down time when I get home. My hope is that when I arrive at home if my significant other is there they would allow me to decompress. These men in my life considered me an ice queen; this is far from the truth, I am a professional, and I am a woman.