First Date

Office. The first time the phone rang, she made me shudder the anxiety for the unknown; I was kind of nervous, feeling the throbbing toothache of those words reverberating in my mind, honestly, I was just waiting for the hour to arrive. My imagination shaped her; the fragile features of her face, the silhouette of her legs, the blonde skin... the red dress … I can certainly assure it... by the pitch of her voice. She sounded mysterious, black high-heeled shoes, the only words that she pronounced were the ones that enhanced my curiosity –Please arrive on time, remember, our date is at 7:30 p.m.; I will meet you at Madero Street, Number 16– and she hang up the phone.

I couldn’t even reply that maybe it was a confusion, I didn’t expect a date neither I recognized that suggestive voice. It was early; the clock didn’t exceed the four o’clock. –She won’t talk again…– Strangely, that forbidden instinct, the seduction... A desire, a thought, the temperature, the season, all, but she... She was the one that drove me crazy. The mysterious voice came on clue, it seemed to became familiar at the time the minutes runned out of my hands and the confidence while she spoke, softly, reaffirmed. Now, it wasn’t my bussiness phone, a private number appeared in my cell phone’s screen nearly 6 o’clock. The same voice, the same legs, the same feminine image that hypnotized me two hours ago was whispering at me in the sweetest way I’ve ever heard a woman talk to a man. She repeated those, now, magical words “Hello there! Do you remember me!? Please arrive early, you would make me very sad if not” once again she cut of the call before I could say a word. My heartbeat increased just as a kid's who eagerly waits for the night that separates him from their Christmas gifts. The intrigue invaded my whole body, I can’t wait until 7:30 to meet this girl. She’s sweet, mysterious, possess a sexy voice that even describes me how violent is the color of her eyes. So, what should I do? Why am I so impatient to be face to face with the female that before 4 o’clock was out of my life?

I wished the ninety minutes that separated me from my destiny disappeared. Half an hour after, the cell phone started to vibrate rhythmically in my pocket; now it was my turn, “Be sure that I would be there right on time” and immediately I shut it down. Now I was playing too. Now the calls were no more a game or a mystery; in fact, they were evolving into a necessity. I got home, my mind wasn’t thinking, it was only acting in that routine I’ve been living the last cold years. A question emerged in my head as the phone rang. My right hemisphere told me not to answer the call, to keep going, to let it flow. I couldn’t resist, the question in my head complained and asked for liberation. The sweet voice now sounded supplicant, both of us attempted to say the very first word, I decided to go first without saying anything. “How am I supposed to recognize you?” –I’m quite sure you will; without a single problem– the call ended mutually. Time was going so slowly that I couldn’t stand it. The voice went down directly to my sub-conscience. There were some minutes left so I decided that I will arrive to my date walking and, of course, early as the voice that yet had stole my thoughts asked me for.

Remote, the street was not more than two, maybe three blocks away. The vice was the only thing that consigned a little bit apart that seductive illusion. I stopped to buy one of those tubular cancer containers. I got a large inhalation. The smoke perceived the yearning of my body and stuck with me. Other momentaneous drug occupied her place. The words in my head were repeated over and over again in such a melodic way that if I had a pen, I will, probably, start writing a pop song; hell yeah! one of those that have a easy-to-remember rhythm that even the ones that hate comercial music will move their feet rhythmically when they hear it. These thoughts of my feet dancing alone in one street and the puff I gave to my cigar stole me about two minutes.

Finally, around 50 meters separated me from the place that would give me glory and happiness and that would kill forever all the doubts that I had since 4 o’clock. Suddenly and oddly, a car jumped over the stool and ran over a young, beautiful woman that was waiting somebody, she was standing near the corner where I was supposed to be. Red dress, black stockings, engagement ring in the left hand... People clustered and in the middle of the public hysteria I gave my way through. The clock marked 7:30. In the crowded place of the accident I visualized the corpse of the victim. A nasty cold drop of sweat traveled all along my back and, speechless, I gave two backward steps. Left foot first, my torso bent, some hairs collapsed and I lost the breath. I turned around and left that place slowly at the very beginning, next, my legs moved as quick as my heart pumped blood to my brain and I start running as never in my life.

Home. And tranquility, solitude, I have never felt so fine. I draw the curtains, take off the shoes and laid in the oriental rug. Silence and a plain sketch of mute dreams, darkness and hectic breath and me and my soul. An empty room and the phone rang. I certainly forgot the last hours but that spicy voice reminded me of the incident. An injured voice whispered:

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I'm so dissapointed, definitely wounded... way too sad... You simply did it. (Her sweet voice became frozenly aggressive) You've spoiled it all, I still desire your presence, your delicate face, your strong arms, your deep chest... I just wanted to have you and your soul. You just needed to arrive in time... I planned this moment since the first day you existed and you rather stopped to buy cigars... Don't fuck with me! It's your fault that I met someone else, someone unexpected, an unforeseen situation and a stupid waste of time. I will look for you in another time, meanwhile, the anxiety is eating me up, the desire is dissolving my guts and the thought of taking your heart is tearing up my corpse... Another date is awaiting us. I won't call you again, I will snatch a final breath, a final sight, a final beat and you will come with me forever... (her voice was gentle again and a seductive tone shattered my mind) You can't avoid it.
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She hang up the phone and my eyes needed a few seconds to recover their vivacity, without understanding it all, my fingers released the phone unconsciously, and I lulled asleep trying to forget a weird meeting and a misterious woman that I will, certainly, meet someday...