I had one of those magical nights that romance writers agonize to recreate within the covers of their novels. It started simply when I caught his eye and he introduced himself, which caused me to do the same. Before I knew it our conversation progressed smoothly like Charlie Parker on his saxophone.
The timbre in his voice brought to mind spooning with a partner on a lazy Saturday morning or savoring my favorite dark chocolate as it gently soothe me to lower my guard as we converse about our lives. We sat and talked for hours. The tempo of our conversation covered so many topics that it felt like our intellects were dancing a flirty mamba. It was fun, engaging and at times the chemistry was electric. I’m not sure where this connection will lead me but no o.
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