So, let’s pick up where we left off……
My relationship with the biker, was not a loyal, committed relationship. It was more of an open-relationship, kind of like a no strings attached, until one night took a drastic, unexpected 360° turn.
We decided to go to a club, Gazebo in Voortrekker Road, Kuils River. We had a few drinks, dancing, laughing while enjoying the music. So, remember the guy that always came around to each one with the basket of roses, well he came around to our table, presenting me with a red rose.
Ever experienced a moment that you wanted must last forever and everything happens at a more adante manner, the music, the motions…..just everything.
As I am taking in my adante moment, the guy with the roses, turns and points me in the direction, between the crowd, to a table located away from the dance floor, towards two well built, rugby player guys standing at a table, one with a flirtatious smirk on his face. I return the smile with a shy, but interested gesture.
Keep in mind, the entire moment continued in an adante modality.
And then, a song, both him and I felt and connected with, plays. Our mind, body, soul and reactions were in synchronization. We “felt” one another, without being in each other’s eyesight.
He moves up close, right behind me and takes my hand, without saying a word, he leads me to the dance floor.
Oh, I forgot to mention the song that was playing in “our” background.
Most of my readers are probably going to have a good laugh. The song was the infamous (drum roll please)……….“Baby I need your love” by Debelah Morgan 😊….I know, right!?
What was even more frivolous to most and our careless unconcerned blithe about everyone else’s thoughts, we slow danced, as if we were the only two people in the universe and on that dance floor (I blame the adante) 😜
As everyone faded away, losing the crowd, our souls moved simultaneously, moving to “our” rhythm, with no guilty feet, at a pace and song that we unknowingly made our own.
Our moment of sweet isolation was abruptly interrupted with a angered jolt on my arm, unwantedly unchaining the unspoken careless whispers.
A brawl was about to erupt, when the rugby players decided to leave to avoid the unnecessary trouble.
Still being jolted by the arm, I was practically dragged down the stairs, got in his car, doing 360’s in the parking out of anger, we drove off and after he dropped me at home, he sped off in rage.
Few minutes later I got a phone call, answered and guess who it was? The rugby player.
I was head over heels, YES, the first night, as I felt that in synchronization chemistry, like two opposite magnetic attraction, our heart and soul were one, the unknown inadmissible feeling of being in love for the very first time.
I realized that this is what a relationship was supposed to be. My perception of what love is, was obscured and it allowed me to do anything to be noticed, when in actual fact, they are the one’s that should have gone way beyond the extra mile to grasp mine.
From here on, I was a happier, healthier, sober minded adolescent, who experienced a committed, loyal and respectful relationship for the first time and I was not intending on have it slip through my fingers.
This majestic emotion was supernatural, indescribable and I was hopeful about love.