columbian charm 

the joint of your fingers entwined and rubbed against mine as we stood outside the door to your flat, like flint, there were sparks surging through my bones ignited by your touch

 

i, admittedly, wasn’t used to this —

 

openly, more obviously clumsily, holding hands with someone

 

a gesture, I find to be very intimate

 

so I stood nervously behind you, clenched jaw, the tension locking up my body

 

i felt the squeeze of your palm and you looked back at me with your wide, beautiful smile, the sunkissed wrinkles around your eyes radiating curiosity

 

“has anyone ever told you how soft your hands are?”

 

my lips pursed into a half lined smile as i gazed into your liquid brown eyes — as your door creaked open revealing the inside of your livingroom occupied by a few people — your roommates

 

i introduced myself, the introvert within growing anxious with anticipatioin, the extrovert side of me displaying my natural wit and winning the room over with laughter.. a first go to social defense mechanism

 

i had become more accustomed to Spanish, now able to communicate my humour in ways i couldn’t before

 

as always though, I can never shake the first pangs of anxiety when walking into a room full of strangers, I let the dominant side of my personality take over, and put shy Trinh in cruise control

 

it’s always really impossible for people who get to know me to believe I am actually very shy

 

a shy confidence, i’spose

 

you noticed, as you pulled me away to your room, the coy laughter of your roommates fading into the background

 

greaaaaat, i thought to myself, as if I wasn’t nervous enough, I’ve somehow managed to luck my way into your intimate space

 

i cocked my eyebrow and sighed, as i flopped my body onto your bed — jokingly antagonizing you, “it’s barely our second date and you’ve already brought me home.. a little challenge por favor.”

your back to me, I heard you laugh, you probably even rolled your eyes and shook your head — i’ll honestly never know as you pulled your shirt up over your head and threw it at my face shielding my view

 

we had come to your flat for a change of clothes — i had been having a drink at a bar after work with some friends close to your university, and rather than meet up later, you asked if I wanted to meet up when your class was done and just come over while you got ready for our night out in the city

 

drunkenly, i agreed — wine is my best wingman

 

but i had sobered up already now, sitting on your bed watching you

 

i slid your shirt off from over my head after being intoxicated by your fragrance

 

i kinda have this thing for scent, if it attracts me, i am hooked

 

i’d even go as far to say that my own personal favourite compliment is, “you smell good.” i can’t help it, i’m a sucker for chemically inducing smells

 

and so I was pleased that your light scent fit you, fun and hardly over-bearing — your smelled like summer, warm and inviting, friendly, lovely

 

lost in thought i hadn’t realized you had stripped down to just the essentials of bra and underwear

 

either you were paying attention on our first date to when I said red was my favourite colour, or truly the universe is chaotically filled with lucky coincidences

 

the red lace hugged your hips delicately, your back still to me, you stepped into the middle of your chosen skirt and bent down to shimmy it up over your waist

 

my eyes traced the small birth spots on your right shoulder, to your spine counting each fragmented vertebrae, like stairs, my eyes were stepping down your back to the two dimpled cusps above your waist

 

i caught your eye in the mirror, watching me watching you, and looked away embarrassed — Madrid had accustomed me to openly gawking at someone without it being rude, it is just the culture where staring is not considered impolite — at least not in general

 

but now, here, i felt very soberly intrusive — “will you zip me up?”

 

flustered I nodded and got up behind you, taking hold of the top part of your skirt with one hand, and using my other to casually pull the zipper up

 

huh, i thought to myself, you could have easily done this yourself without my assistance —

 

i relished the view though, you were enjoying this as much as I, and that calmed me immensely — I don’t know why, but sometimes it’s hard for me to realize that maybe someone could want me as much as I want them on whatever level that manifests itself; emotional, physical, spiritually

 

you thanked me anyway, and swiped your waterfall of black hair away from your back to the front of your body fully revealing your naked bare shoulders

we paused for a few silent moments, our bodies inches away from each other, our gazes locked within the mirror in front of you

you turned around, playfully brushed your lips momentarily against mine, and nonchalantly shrugged on a shirt

 

for the next 20 minutes or so you put on your make up, and i sat on your bed advising you of what eyeshadows to blend and what lipstick to choose

 

i liked this about us, that i could simultaneously and mutually be interested in your friendship too

 

i am more than certain we had a great date afterwards, but it was the before part that i remember the most

 

the simple joy of experiencing someone doing normal things and having that intimate connection — the realization of the vulnerability to be allowed a glimpse of someone’s personal universe

 

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Things don’t have to be extraordinary to be beautiful, even the ordinary can be beautiful.

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