Not a Typical Night...

Was it just a dream? After a long twelve hour shift at the hosptial, it was decided that "girls night out" was mandatory. After a day of complicated deliveries on the third floor, and an ER that never stops, we had to get away, just escape for a night. I didn't put a lot of effort into my appearance this evening. I pulled my long red hair into a ponytail, touched my make-up slightly, and changed clothes. I didn't figure my pink scrubs would be much of "man magnet". A red v-neck shirt and a pair of black pants would work nicely. The "girls" picked a bar we'd never been to before, it was only a few blocks from Amy's apartment, and she swore a good time would be had by all.

Little did I know, it would be a night to remember. As we walk in, I immediately feel comfortable. The atmosphere was so relaxed, on the make-shift stage in the back, people were laughing while singing karaoke. I walked over to the bar to get a beer. As I was standing there a very drunk woman falls into me, pushing me completely onto a man's lap. My face turned as red as my shirt. I looked up into his dark eyes only for a moment. I was so embarassed, and could tell he was as well. By his manerisms, I could tell being in a bar was uncomfortable at best. I tried to lighten up the moment by telling him at least I fell in the lap of a strong man instead of another woman. I got a small grin from him. I'd never seen him before, but in an instant, it was as if I felt I need to know him. I asked him to dance. A bold move for me. I could tell as he rose that he was a cautious man. As the song "Sometimes you can't make it on your own" by U2 played, he held me protectively, yet cautiously. I could tell by the way his hands trembled when he touched me, that he ached to hold a woman, but was too emotionally distant to do so. We shared a few dances that evening, and he took my number. As I left the bar, I looked over my shoulder, smiling once more.

All of my friends were excited, wanting to know all about this mysterious man I spent the entire evening entertaining. I stopped dead in my tracks, I realized, I knew nothing about him, not even his name. He controlled every word that came from my mouth. I told him everything, and he told me nothing. I trusted him completely, told him where I worked, worshiped and lived. I told him about how I enjoy simple things in life, such as laughter, smiles and warmth- and I know nothing about him- nothing. Who is this man? And why cannot I not stop thinking of him.. Was I in the right place in the wrong time? I suppose only time will tell...