The first thing I noticed about him was his scent.
I stood there on the stairs leading up to my apartment, smiling shyly, wearing my pajamas and a grey, hooded North Texas sweatshirt. He had requested it specifically. “Only one rule,” his text read. “No getting ready for me. Just be you. I like that. I don’t need fancy.” As he approached, the cold February breeze wafted the scent of his cologne up to me, wrapping my senses in this refreshingly cool, sweet aroma. He wore a black jacket, a striped work shirt, and dark slacks. He walked the determined walk of a man who just found what he was looking for. In fact, he was just what I had expected.
“Stop,” I said, holding the palm of my hand out, smiling. “Wait right there.”
I could see the smile on his face drop in confusion.
“Do you have any weapons on you? Any guns, swords, knives, hatchets, axes?”
“What? No!” he said.
I laughed, taking another step closer. “You’re not planning on killing me or skinning me alive, are you?”
“No! You’re crazy!”
I laughed again, taking another step. “Are you going to try and kidnap me?”
“No,” he said. “Well maybe.”
I laughed and he pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my neck and holding me tight. “What are you doing out here? It’s cold, baby,” he said, gently scolding me.
“I know,” I said. “I wanted to come out and meet you halfway.”
He smiled and then we kissed and if sparks were the typical signal of attraction, then these were explosions. Mistake or not, I had no regrets and no cares at that moment. I didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, all I know was that this man who has made me smile and laugh for the past 72 hours was real and he was here and he was kissing me with unequaled fervor, just as he had promised he would, even though I came to him as an unmade woman in her pajamas, disheveled hair, and no makeup.