The first time my husband and I met, it was at a party. I was there with another man. We were watching the other guests as we sipped our cocktails, actually, I was having a mock-tail, when my date turned to me and exclaimed, “Wow! Look at all these fine looking women.”
I glared at him, thinking, you’re supposed to be my date and you’re ogling other women? That’s just not cool, dude. I smiled sweetly at him, “Tell you what, why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself to them?”
He stared at me. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m not. And if they ask if you’re here with anyone, tell them no.”
He studied me for a moment and then, he said, chuckling, “Sure, Baby. Whatever you say. Excuse me.”
I watched him walk away in disgust. Good riddance. I saw the warm reception he got from two bombshells and was relieved. Now, I don’t have to worry about him coming back to me if he’d struck out. I promised myself that this was the last time I would let any friend, co-worker or family member set me up on a date. I have no idea where they found some of these guys but they all turned out to be losers.
I thought of dating men from church but that didn’t work out either. I’m an old fashioned girl and I believe in the man asking the woman out on a date not the other way around. When it comes to Christian men, they don’t ask. There are so many single women in the church but for some reason I can’t fathom, the single men don’t approach them. What are they waiting for?
I asked my friend, Juanita and she said that she had several single Christian male friends and in talking to them, she found out that there were 5 reasons why they don’t approach the single women in their churches. These reasons were:
- They’re worried about their reputations.
- Rather than giving them more options, dating girls at church actually gives them fewer options.
- It complicates things.
- There are so many better ways to meet women.
- It feels inappropriate.
I guess these were all legitimate reasons for their unwillingness or hesitation to date a church sister. It’s true for the women too. If they dated a guy in church and it didn’t work out, it would be awkward seeing each other every week. This is why I don’t date men I work with.
Anyway, I was standing there at the party, watching the people, especially the women in their fancy dresses, imagining how those dresses would look on me when I felt like someone was staring at me. Sure enough, I looked to my left and there he was. A fine, looking gentleman in a tuxedo.
Our eyes met and held for several minutes before he excused himself (he was in the company of two other people) and headed over to me. I tried to look cool although my heart was beating like crazy and I had butterflies in my stomach. For this guy to have me feeling like this, he must be special.
When he reached me, he smiled and held out his hand. This close, he was absolutely gorgeous. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Marcelo.”
I switched my glass to my left hand and put my right hand in his feeling his fingers close over mine. “Hello. I’m Sariah.” I sounded a tad breathless.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sariah,” he said.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” I replied. He was still holding my hand.
“Where’s the guy I saw you with earlier?”
“He’s over there flirting with the wide-booty bombshells.”
He followed my gaze. Then, he turned back to face me. “You don’t seem upset about it.”
I shrugged. “I’m not. What about you, are you here alone or with someone?” Please, let him say that he’s here alone. Please.
“I’m here alone.”
Yes! “I’m surprised that a handsome man like you aren’t here with a date.”
“If I’d come with a date, you and I wouldn’t be trying to get to know each other.”
“True. So, tell me, Marcelo, what do you do with yourself when you’re not attending one of these swanky parties?”
He smiled. “I read, jog, play soccer, workout, cycle and travel. What about you?”
“I read, blog, go for long walks, go to the gym twice a week and paint.”
“What sort of things do you paint?”
“People and nature. I should mention that I go to church every Sunday.”
“So do I.”
“Really? Have you ever dated any of the women in your church?”
“I have once but it didn’t work out.”
“Was it awkward seeing each other afterwards?”
“Not really. We remained friends.”
“Do you think you would date another woman at your church again?”
“No,” he replied.
“If I were to date a woman at my church again, I wouldn’t be able to date you.”
I stared at him. I wasn’t expecting that answer. It took me completely by surprise. When I recovered, I asked, just to make sure, “So, you want to date me?”
“Okay. I’m fine with that.”
“Then, let’s cut out of here and go to a nice restaurant I know.”
“Yes, right now.” He took my glass from me, placed it on the tray which a passing waiter was carrying and whisked me away from the party. From the time we shook hands, he hadn’t released my hand. He did so now to open the car door for me to get into the passengerside. It was a lovely evening–just after seven.
The restaurant he took me to turned out to be his family’s. It was owned and run by his parents whom he introduced me to. Marcelo bore a striking resemblance to his father. His mother was a lovely lady with a warm and welcoming smile. His younger brother and sister waited tables while his father, and uncles were the chefs. His mother and aunts were the bakers.
The place was lively, the service was top notch and the food was amazing. I had a wonderful time. Marcelo was so charming and engaging. I felt as if we had known each other for years. It was hard to believe that we’d met less than two hours ago. After dinner, we went for a drive and then, he took me home. He walked me to my apartment door and asked me on another date before he left.
We started dating and then, one night when we were having dinner at his family’s restaurant, he popped the question. Through tears and giddy laughter, I accepted. His family brought non alcoholic wine to our table to celebrate. A week later, my family, Marcelo and I were invited to have dinner with his family at their home. It was a lively evening.
The following spring, we got married in a lavish ceremony. It was a day and night to remember. I never knew such happiness was possible and I couldn’t stop thanking and praising God.
Perhaps, I should mention that Marcelo and I waited until we were married before we had sex. We spent our honeymoon in St. Lucia. It was a glorious, romantic, sun filled, beach frolicking week. When we returned to New York, we moved into our West Village penthouse overlooking the Hudson River.
It’s late Saturday afternoon and I just got back from buying groceries and other things. Marcelo is in the study but comes out when he hears me. He helps me to take the groceries into the kitchen. “Guess what I bought,” I said to him.
He looked at me. “What did you buy this time?”
“They are lotions we rub on our bodies and they’re edible.”
“I’ve never heard about those. How did you find out about them?”
“A co-worker told me about them and where I can buy them. I got the Berry Passion one. I was thinking that we can take a shower together and then try the lotion. What do you say?”
He put his hand to his mouth as if he were considering my suggestion and then, he smiled and said, “I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Let’s go.”
I grinned and grabbing his hand, I hustled him out of the kitchen. We had a nice, long shower. We scrubbed each other’s back. There were moments when we were tempted to make love right there in the shower but we wanted to wait until we had rubbed each other down with the edible lotion.
After we finished showering and drying off, he lay down on the bed while I smeared the lotion over his entire body and then he did the same thing to me. Then, we licked the lotion off in certain areas of our bodies, driving each other wild before we ended up making hot, mad love. Afterwards, we showered again and had our dinner on the terrace, watching the Hudson as it shimmered in the sunlight. Yes, what a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon with my hubby.