Thinking
06-15-2010, 02:09 AM
hmmm....We are sitting on a couch in a cafe...holding our respective cups of coffee after dinner.
He is facing me...knee folded close to mine.
There is a perfect little gap between his knee and my knee.
I concentrate on ignoring it as he tells me about how he managed to escape from his colleagues and their demands of lunch on his birthday....hmm..I mean why in the candle light dinner one would want to know what had happened to the other partner in his office...?
And I was so not interested that I almost don't notice my coffee is about to spill.
Almost.
"Woops," I say as I adjust my hand.
He looks at me...smiles, and continues his story.
I look at him...try to listen to his odd time story...
And I'm still aware of the gap.
Then...for what I believe to be for emphatic purposes...or in some excitement...he places his hand on my knee.
My heart races....and I must have exhibited some expression because he immediately retracts his hand.
"I'm sorry," he says.
"It's fine," I reply, sipping my coffee.
"No, I'm not like you know--" he stammers.
I look at his embarrassed face and say..."No that's fine..it's okay...after all I am your wife...lol"
I take his hand and place it back on my knee. "See?" I say.
We then look at each other, then back at his hand on my knee. Suddenly we burst into laughter.
"Okay never mind," I say, laughing. "Take your hand back." I toss his hand from my knee.
"Thank you," he says. I take another sip and see that his leg has unfolded.
I look at him and smile. "You're welcome."
hmmm....
He is facing me...knee folded close to mine.
There is a perfect little gap between his knee and my knee.
I concentrate on ignoring it as he tells me about how he managed to escape from his colleagues and their demands of lunch on his birthday....hmm..I mean why in the candle light dinner one would want to know what had happened to the other partner in his office...?
And I was so not interested that I almost don't notice my coffee is about to spill.
Almost.
"Woops," I say as I adjust my hand.
He looks at me...smiles, and continues his story.
I look at him...try to listen to his odd time story...
And I'm still aware of the gap.
Then...for what I believe to be for emphatic purposes...or in some excitement...he places his hand on my knee.
My heart races....and I must have exhibited some expression because he immediately retracts his hand.
"I'm sorry," he says.
"It's fine," I reply, sipping my coffee.
"No, I'm not like you know--" he stammers.
I look at his embarrassed face and say..."No that's fine..it's okay...after all I am your wife...lol"
I take his hand and place it back on my knee. "See?" I say.
We then look at each other, then back at his hand on my knee. Suddenly we burst into laughter.
"Okay never mind," I say, laughing. "Take your hand back." I toss his hand from my knee.
"Thank you," he says. I take another sip and see that his leg has unfolded.
I look at him and smile. "You're welcome."
hmmm....