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the fourth date
by Angela Thomashe came to my house with a pair of socks. probably
had the intention of sweeping me off my feet and onto
my back. but one word from my lips, one small, single-syllable,
easy-to-spell word stopped it all -- 'wait.' and he stayed
in my bed. the stocks stayed in his bag. his hands stayed
around my torso. his lips stayed around my neckline. i tell him
to wait and without trying to push it, without trying to find
an excuse, a way to break through, a reason around it, he asks
so that he can understand -- 'why?' and, at 3am, while
both of us lay tangled in each other's bodies, as sober
as doorknobs, i gave him the only answer that i knew --
'because i promised myself i would wait for the right guy,
the right relationship. and i intend to keep that promise.'
he only smiled proudly at this and said, 'then i'll wait.'
04/08/2009 Posted on 04/08/2009
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