That First Touch…

Derrick’s home theater system was amazing.  He had a Mitsubishi DLP big screen television to die for.  I was so envious.

“I can’t really crank it up for the neighbor’s upstairs,” he said of his home theater as we started the first movie which would be our only movie we watched.

Toy Story 1 was mindless entertainment.  I tend to enjoy more cerebral films such as 2001: A Space Odyssey or A Clockwork Orange.  My favorite film of all time was the subtitled foreign film Amelie.  The crowning moment of the night was when Kim reached over to  hold my hand.  It was the first time I had touched a woman that I was interested in in many, many years.  This feeling of excitement and electricity shot through my body.  I found myself sexually excited for the first time in many months just by that mere touch.

I didn’t feel like drinking tonight for some strange reason.  Derrick was on his seventh beer when we left and was laughing giddily.  I laughed as well and lived vicariously through his intoxication.  Kim ended up drinking several glasses of wine from the bottle she brought.  She was giddy as well as I drove us out of Derrick’s apartment’s parking lot – talking a mile a minute as if she couldn’t get out enough words in to express how she was feeling. 

“I’m hungry,” she said as I pulled out on highway 29. “I’ve got the munchies from drinking all that wine.”

“Krystal’s?” I asked with a smile, hungry myself. “Late night munchies always call for those greasy little sliders that restaurant offers.”

Kim agreed and we got stuck in drive-thru hell at the restaurant.  We must’ve waited 15 minutes for our bag of little burgers. 

“I had fun tonight,” Kim told me as I drove her home as we ate in the car. “My girlfriends will be dying to find out what happened.”

“Are you going to tell them I was the utmost gentleman?” I asked.

“Well, you could’ve been a little more aggressive,” she replied with a demure smile as I pulled into front of her house.

We kissed passionately as we sat in her driveway – the smell of onions and alcohol strongly on her breath.

“Want to come in for awhile?” Kim asked

“I better head home,” I replied. “It is getting past my bedtime.”

I was kicking myself in the ass as I drove home realizing she wanted me to stay the night.  What would have happened?  Could I have performed?  If that touch in Derrick’s den was any indication, I would have been her Don Juan tonight.  Oh well, till the next time we meet in this big wide world.  It was a grand night.