“She looked me right in the eye and matter of fact thick Guatemalan accent replied “Yes, of course he does, he likes you, he thinks you are gorgeous…..”
Below is the continuing story of Temperance and the Devil Part 2
Tricia swung the door open amid this cliffhanger and I begged for more information. As it happened, Tricia had moved our friends to the other side of the bar to leave the two of us alone, while still maintaining a clear view of the drama unfolding between myself and Mr. Wonderful. Love was in the air and it was hijacking my soul.
My heart had become its own planet spinning on its axis too fast for me to feel the floor beneath me. I still don’t know how I kept my balance, especially to the point of dancing the night away with the girls, as Mr. Wonderful watched. This was the first time, since moving back to Southern California that advances towards me made me feel good as opposed to nauseous. There was a strong sensation in my stomach under the weight of my heart, twirling on its axis and beating at the same time. I was overwhelmed and my head spun in the opposite direction of my heart, trying to process everything.
My heart, dormant for nearly twenty years, saw all the warning signs, every red flag was waving and expanding in the desert winds. I made futile attempts to protect myself and built a strong fortress around my heart, yet the power poised to carry my heart away was stronger force than even the hi-desert winds.
As I danced with my girls he leaned against a pillar, watching the band or so I thought. Patricia insisted that he did not take his eyes off me and that she had never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at me. As he looked into my eyes, his eyes danced bright and clear, just as my body had been dancing on the hardwood floor most of the night.
I notice a young woman with her jacket tied to her waist. There was a bright yellow design on the jacket appearing on her behind. I mentioned the apparition to Mr.Wonderful and insisted that he look at her back side. He refused, as he kept full eye contact with me. I persisted until he said, “I am here with you, I am not going to look at another woman.” His words seared into my heart like a flame igniting a rapid pace and blood flow that surged through my entire body. Despite this magical sensation in my heart, I was determined not to get swept away and over the cliff on which I was dancing .
I took “selfies” and sent them to Finesse, since she couldn’t be there with all of us. I took a photo of me and Mr. Wonderful. The expression on his face, the childlike hope on Christmas morning, spoke volumes. I kicked off one of my Birkenstocks to show him wrinkles of age on my feet. Without acknowledging my aging foot, he stroked the back of my calf while smiling at me. Galaxy wasn’t on my lap so there could be no wondering if Mr. Wonderful was touching me by accident and he had not consumed any alcohol. The veil was lifted and my heart was coming to life after years of dormancy. This was one of the moments when my heart and my mind were in unison.
The band continued to play, I continued to dance, and Mr. Wonderful continued to watch my every move. I sat with him while resting from my dance floor exploits. As I danced with the girls, knowing Mr. Wonderful was watching I overtly fought off drunken young men hitting on me, as a consideration to Mr. Wonderful courting me in this unanticipated date. This was not my usual carefree style..
My surrender to Mr. Wonderful was also clear when I was outside with Melanie, while he was still inside. We have a rock band in our circles all of whom love Galaxy. The rock video for the memorial day concert included video footage of Galaxy. One of the guitar players from this rock band approached me. I have always had a weakness for rock guitar guys and I admired him for his energetic performances that defied his age of nearly 60. Not only do I enjoy watching him on him on stage, I also like talking with him. He is one of Galaxy’s many fans. He asked me where Galaxy was and I responded by saying he was at home because I was afraid the band might be too loud. I felt the force of Mr. Wonderful, as I talked to this Sexy-Galaxy-Loving-Guitar-Player, as if the desert wind was actually pulling me back to him. Indeed I was on a date, given my feelings of loyalty were already developing.
I actually was missing Galaxy, though the wisdom of my remarkable bunny was ever-present and real. Thoughts about the warm look in Mr. Wonderful’s eyes as I showed him all the photos of Galaxy; how he petted him just an hour later at the same event; how at Jason’s birthday party he stroked my arm while petting Galaxy, possibly not by accident; How Galaxy stretched his neck out to Mr. Wonderful’s lap and bonked him with his nose and made kind gestures towards him as only a bunny can. Mr. Wonderful met with Galaxy’s approval and here he was proclaiming to be there with me, making it clear that his eyes were looking at me and no one else.
During the evening Mr. Wonderful went outside only once. The bass player’s wife, as part of our female bonding girl fun, motioned to me that Mr. Wonderful was outside smoking. Without speaking a word we went into the doorway, arm and arm, to give Mr. Wonderful a look. He headed back inside, as if called to duty, and swiped my nose with the tip of his index finger. I was in trouble, in deed, and everyone knew it.
I was dancing not only in his eager blue eyes, but I was also dancing into love. Every pirouette, every gyrations of my hips, every movement of chest played like a movie in his eyes, blinded to anything or anyone else in view. As I moved to the sensual quality of the music, every one of my heart beats created a vibration in my breasts that radiated throughout my body. I could feel his heart beating from across the room, in sync with my every move with a force of every star in the Galaxy.
I had not felt so much love, in so long. His intoxicating stares trumped any alcohol left in my system. My heart and mind were in a battle confronting my fears. He had moved back to Joshua Tree so recently and had only left for Lake Elsewhere for a relationship that he was clearly still grieving. Where did I fit into this equation and would I be left in the cold?
After the band played their last song, last call drinks reaching the bottom of clinking glasses, and the salutations of bar guests of all kinds taking place throughout the room, Melanie sat down in “her chair” beside me, opposite Mr. Wonderful. Our landing party had come full circle, I felt pride and warm feelings having both of my dates, once again, on either side of me. The three of us collectively decided that we were ready go home and Melanie offered to drive. Knowing she wanted to contribute something, I handed her the keys that Mr. Wonderful had playfully grabbed from me the entire evening. Again, Mr. Wonderful took a backseat to our newfound sisterhood. Just as he had done on the way to the brewery, Mr. Wonderful stayed quiet while Melanie and I talked.
We pulled up to Melanie’s house and as the gentleman he was, Mr. Wonderful got out of the car to say goodbye and tell her he enjoyed meeting her, as he hugged her. I didn’t think my heart would melt anymore to his kindness and yet it was warm and soft as I watched his arms wrapped around her illuminated by the light of the moon on her bare alabaster arm. When Mr. Wonderful returned to the car, he sat in the passenger’s seat. At the moment, I had no idea just what that action meant. I was clueless to the potential disaster that might have occurred as a result of my handing him my keys, while insisting that he had promised to drive us home. Clearly taking my keys and putting himself in the driver’s seat meant that he was more swept away by what I wanted, then my welfare or his. At the time I had no clue, all I knew was that I was scared of what was happening and no lack of alcohol could have made it safe for me to drive.
Even though I did not bring my beloved Galaxy to the brewery in Landers, the universe and the night sky were a strong force, setting the stage for the unmistakable connection Mr. Wonderful and I were feeling and silently expressing. Our actions were subtle, but the emotions were intense as the universe itself. Had I not been aware of the laws of physics, I may have thought that the blue-black of the sky, illuminating by the stars, a sacred atmosphere created just for us.
As he drove us off of the dirt road where Melanie lived I did not speak that much and decided to reveal that I was capable of silence. More than anything I was in deep thought about what had happened, while anticipating what I knew was happening and above all what would happen upon our arrival to my house. I thought about the good night kiss that was inevitable as I struggle to steady my trembling body.
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