I can still feel his hands... I can still feel all of their hands... My dreams still take me back to a time when I was loved... when I felt that I deserved to be loved...
I stare off into space more often that I should with this thought. It consumes me, this desire to be loved. When I look around all I see are couples and weather they are happy or not, they are still together. I can't help but believe that this, any of this would be better than the emptiness that consumes my life. so now as I sit here and look around I can't help but ask myself how I got to this point... what happened to me... I don't think that I'm anything like most of the women who are sitting in this room, waiting for the little bell to ring signalling the start of my first and I hope last speed dating experience. I have drug my best friend along even though she is as much my opposite as the rest of these women. The bell rings to get our attention.
"Hello, ladies, and welcome to The Match Club. For those of you who are familiar with us you know how this works, but since I see a few new faces in here I will go over how this works." As I look up I can see the face of the man who is addressing us... he must be the publicities director... He looks about 25ish... beautiful green eyes and bright red hair. As I catch myself staring he winks at me... no, it must be something in his eye. You see men don't wink at me, they wink at my friends... but never at me. "... and now that we have gone over that let's bring in the men..." SHIT, I feel like I'm in school again and missed the big tips for a test I was so busy staring at him I didn't hear what he said...
As he turns towards the door a group of about 25 men walk in ranging in age from mid twenties to early sixties... Liz (my best friend) leans over from her table and hisses, "You owe me BIG time for this" With another ding of the bell... it begins.
By the mid-point break I have met men ranging from 19 to 50 and I have come to realize that the young guys are here to get laid... not a bad thing... but I'm thinking about more than just sex wild passionate sex, the kind you know you haven't had in years if ever... my thoughts are always really good at biting me in the ass... As I go to light my cigarette there is the flick of a lighter in front of me. I look up "Thank you" It takes me a moment to realize that I'm looking at the Publicity guy. I can tell that he is about 6'5 heavier set... and to me anyways... drop dead gorgeous.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, it's Liz... "I'm tired of this, I'm going to go to the coffee shop up the street, meet you in an hour?" I nod to her...
He smiles, "So it wasn't her idea to come here..." I feel heat flame by face and flare in my eyes (one of the personality traits of being a natural redhead) he looks into my eyes and smiles when he sees the rage in them, "Hey, Kat, how've you been"