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“When you first approached me I was terrified. My body shook from fear, a fear I haven’t experienced since I was a child.” He gives the impression of being taller than six feet. I can’t stop smiling at what he said to me. “I want to get to know you.” My decision was instant. His refreshing personality and a simple truth brought us together.
The tavern had an original oil painting by Leroy Neiman. The image of the famous bar must have been painted from our plain wood table and chairs. “I am almost positive Neiman painted from where
I am sitting.”
His deep voice said, “He sketched the image from your seat while enjoying a few coffees. Can you believe this place. It is filled with people.”
The tee shirt emblem, said Samson’s Gym. A full head of salt and pepper hair had another label, forty, successful, and interesting. I can break through the camouflage of most men I met. He was different. His eyes had a longing. Our chance
meeting was convenient. One thing I learned as a teenager from books I read is men like woman who are not afraid to be afraid of sexual intimacy. He lifted his Samson shirt to wipe drips of sweet from his head, and it was evident he was a solid one hundred and seventy-five pounds of muscles. I
was always fantasizing about a sexual experience with a body builder displaying a six-pack of abdominal muscles. He was sexy.
The barroom was filled with people talking about the latest tremors. No matter how use to the Earthquakes San Franciscan’s prefer a drink to a plain cup of coffee after a seismograph registers 5.3. I had left my apartment trembling in fear after thirty seconds of shaking vibrations. Faith had intervened. The relatively long solid piece of wood counter top assured me with confidence the walls would not fall on me today. I watched a team of waiters in formation. “I am amazed at the preparations for Irish coffee.” We watched how to deliver hundreds of gallons of tremor relief. One waiter placed glasses from one end of the bar to the other, while another poured the coffee into clear mugs. Following
was another dressed in his black vest costume with a bottle of Irish Whisky. Each glass received the exact amount, delivered with lightening speed. The next waiter placed a generous helping of whipped cream to the top of their original creation. A squad of waiters with trays picked up
the earth-waves potion delivering them to every patron in the bar. Amazingly the process began immediately again. As soon as glasses were removed a waiter placed clean fresh glasses awaiting the precious fluid creation from the next highly specialized squad of team tremulous.
“Apparently you weren’t the only frightened lady in San Francisco.” He was right. The whole town was shaken by the early morning jolt that nature unexpectedly delivered. Fortunately a stranger had rescued me from fear. I was thankful faith had brought us together. “Even if you are dreaming about forever you have to live one day at a time otherwise you are not living.” He was infatuated with conversation, but impressed me when he
spoke. “Events happen and are unpredictable. Nature upsets the pressures of the fault line. Nature makes us think about today and not yesterday or tomorrow.” He surprised me with his next statement. “I like a woman who understands the concept of a 50-50 relationship.
The one whisky relaxed me. I was receptive to his desires. He said, “Too much intensity too soon is too much for most men to handle.” He was aware I was not giving mixed signals. Events had led up to a sexual
conversation and I was not uncomfortable with the direction. The stranger had become a friend. Every little girl has dreams of a knight in shinning armor. “For most men too sexual too soon is too much.” I probed his feelings looking
for insecurities. Instead I found sensitivity, a man who fell in love with life itself. I was swept away again.
I was programmed to say no, but my body was saying yes. The odds had changed to even money.
Faith had brought us together love would unite us. I knew my worth and the power I had over his desire, if only for a day. I could bring to our relationship what he needed and receive in return what I wanted. My deepest inner perception told me he would give back as much as I
deserve in return. I was in complete control of myself and was accepting lust as love at first sight. He was impressed with my sense of balance, worth, and values. The mature side of self and sexual desire was a human side we both displayed. We
both joked about our erotica. I told Jeremy, “What seems cute on a first date isn’t necessarily endearing several years latter.” “Your probably right Samantha.”
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