The Date (A Scenario of Hope)
I am getting ready to go have breakfast and coffee with my soul mate, Sherry. We are meeting at Copperccino’s. We are going to get a relaxing breakfast and we plan on going to the art museum in Utica. The weather is cool and dry with the sun peeking through scattered clouds.
Now, what am I going to wear? Something with bright colors with a pair of comfortable skinny jeans with my black flats. I have it! I will wear my black 3/4 sleeve peasant top with cold shoulders with bright red roses all over it. For jewelry, I will wear a long necklace with the tree of life woven in a circle of silver wire. I have my “Love Yourself” bracelet as a reminder, on my right wrist. It's now 7 am. We are meeting at 10 so I need to get around. Getting in the shower, I wash and condition my hair. I shave my arms and legs, and also my face so it is smooth as my legs. I soap up my smooth body with body wash on a washcloth. Rinsing off, I smile at myself in the shower mirror. Towel drying off my dripping body, I am full of energy and excitement. This is only our third face-to-face date by ourselves after several with groups of friends. I style my hair with the hairdryer and then a hot brush, arranging it loosely around my face. Torres is sitting on the counter next to the sink watching me and asking for attention. I rough house with him and scratch his belly until he tells me to stop. I turn off the bathroom faucet at a slow drip so he can get his drink of water.
I look in the mirror above the sink. I am grinning and my skin is glowing. Time to get dressed. I find my black spandex cami with the built-in bra. This will help with the slight bulge around my middle. I put in the breast forms, wishing I had my breast enhancement surgery soon. I put my skinny jeans up over my right leg and then my left. I am down to size 14 from an 18 last year. I pull them up over my pink silky high waist panties. I walk over to my full-length mirror on my closet door. I am looking good and feeling sexy. I slip my peasant blouse on over my head, sliding my arms one by one into the sleeves. I look in the mirror again. I need to stop that as time is moving along. It is almost 9 am.
I walk over to my makeup table and turn on the lights that surround the 3 piece mirror, a big mirror in the middle, a magnifying mirror on either side. I apply a creamy base foundation using a pink sponge. Next comes the three different colors for the contour makeup. I use the darkest around my jaw and forehead to slim down my face. Next goes a lighter shade to highlight under my lip and up towards my ears. The last is a pink blush that has a slight shimmer in the light. I blend it to soften the lines between each shade. For eye shadow, I decide to use a light creamy gold and purple to finish it off. The next step is applying mascara. I am using a purple mascara that enhances the length of my eyelashes. I bat my eyes and laugh. I love the look. The eyebrows need a little filling in with a light brown eyebrow pencil. I now use a setting powder to apply the finish. Finally, I do my lips using rose red lipstick. I emphasize my cupid’s curve. Smacking my lips together, I am beautiful, especially after I put my glasses back on and can see myself more clearly. I dig around on my makeup table, looking for my small spray bottle of rose water perfume. It goes on my neck and wrists.
Glancing up at the clock, I notice it is 9:30. Time to leave! I text Sherry, saying I will get us an outside table. She replies back right away, “Ok. See you soon, XOXOXOXOXOXO.”
I get into my car, adjusting my mirror, and opening the windows. The air is crisp and fresh. I drive down Gansevoort Ave and turn right onto West Dominick Street. Thankfully, traffic is light and it only takes 10 minutes to drive to Copperccino’s. There is a space right out front. The goddess is watching out for me. I find a table set back from the street a bit in a corner. It is almost 10 am. I hear a honk. It is Sherry pulling into the space next to my car. She gets out and waves as I walk toward her. She glides effortlessly over to me. Standing almost six feet tall in her flats, we wrap our arms around each other in one long passionate kiss, tongues searching each other's lips and mouths. Catching my breath, we walk over to the table and she pulls out my chair. We talk a few minutes about the weather and how we are each feeling. Leaving one of my journals on the table, we stand, holding hands, and go inside to order. We order. I order my usual, a Copperccino coffee with a breakfast bagel sandwich with tomato jam. She orders quiche Loraine with a large coffee cut with a little bit of oat milk. It is my turn to treat this time. She walks ahead of me to the door. I stand back, watching her for a few seconds. She is wearing skin-tight skinny jeans, black flats, and a bright red peasants top with diagonal cut sleeves and cold-shoulder cutouts. She looks at me with her sexy grin, eyes glistening as she holds the door and motions me to go through first.
We sit as close to each other as we can, holding hands. The sun glistens off the blond streaks in her long auburn hair. It is down below her slender shoulders, rivaling Rapunzel’s locks. Our coffee and breakfast are brought out to us by Lissa. She is one of my friends working here. She turns away, winking at me, and I feel my cheeks turning red. Sherry notices and chuckles. Over our wonderful repast and coffee, we discuss poetry and art and make plans for the rest of the day. She finished one poem last night and reads it to me from her journal she always carries in her purse. It is about relationships and finding true love. I open my journal and read my poem about the changing seasons, time, and falling leaves. The poems evoke a strong feeling in both of us. My eyes are tearing up a bit. Watching the wind blow her auburn hair around, I feel contentment and joy and wholeness I have not felt in decades. She smiles at me and I melt, as I clasp her hand in mine. Her smile and eyes reflect her inner beauty and intelligence. I do not want this moment to end.