Seconds became hours and minutes became days, as we watched the candle-light flicker. I felt myself become more and more drawn to her.Intoxicated by the melody of her sweet talk and captivated by her very being. Oh how I wish this moment could have lasted for an eternity. This blessing has transcended far past our first encounter and connection. Now she was unfolding her mysteries right before my very eyes.

I wanted to know more and more. Her openness was filling a void that I had felt for some time now. In my past relationships all I was ever used to was secrets and hidden agendas. Her honesty was so invigorating. Finally my season was changing. I smiled deep down inside; as I slowly played out “Ms Independent” by Neyo in my head. I
reached to over to capture her hand, with hopes of moving her heart. I rubbed my fingers over her soft hands to confirm I was into her as much as I was into her conversation. The movement and touch of my hands took her by surprise. She gazed into my eyes as she cleared her throat. She said, “Somebody is a little touchy feely tonight.” Her response stunned me for a second. Without much thought I replied, “I do apologize. I just wanted to make sure that you are real and not ephemeral, and will soon disappear like a dream into the thin air.”

These words seemed to linger in the air. She stood to her feet and moved her eyes towards the fridge; “The wine?” I replied, “Yes beautiful… I get it…..” Before I could get more words out my mouth, she was already making her way over to grab the bottle. My eyes followed her across the room. My memory pressed rewind to the moment where the moisture filled her eyes. It was the first sign of real emotion that gave me a hunch of what roamed wildly behind that gorgeous smile.

I had never witnessed someone so bold and free of their emotions. I could feel her assurance that my curiosities and doubts would be conquered if I chose to open up to her as she was doing with me. I needed to be closer to her. After watching her pour the wine, I took the two glasses and directed her to follow me over to the living room. I stopped for a moment to take a deep breath to blow out the dancing flames of candles. She placed her soft finger across my lips and said, “No don’t wait. The candles have set the mood for the evening.” My heart begins to beat heavily… Thump, thump, thump. I took another deep breath to analyze what she was saying. I whispered, “What do you mean?” She reached to take the glasses away from my hand. She slowly sipped the chilled Moscato and whispered back, “Our chemistry has set a fire in here this evening. I know you’re not ready to put it out just yet. I nervously lifted the candles of the dining room table and carried them to the living room. I finally took a sip of my wine and smile as said, “Let’s keep the flame going.”

I loved how she was controlling the evening. It took a lot of pressure off of me. My tenacity, honesty, sincerity, and persistence were finally breaking down the walls that entrapped her loves scars and failed past love attempts. I had now encountered and connected with a true independent woman. The only questioned that remained was if I was ready to take this dive in to the depths of life’s ocean. More importantly, if I decided to do so, how long would it be and how far could I go before I would need oxygen?

Suddenly all of these questions didn’t matter to me. I had truly found someone and something special. I was not about to let this moment slip through my fingers. We sat and slowly sipped the sweet wine from the glass. Her presence was slowly erasing all the hurt and confusion from my past far away from my mind. This was the time. This was the place. This was my chance to choose to pursue something that would indeed change my life and way of thinking. She continued to soothe my mind with her voice. I begin to stare at her lips. Could they possibly taste as sweet as the wine I had been nursing the past 30 minutes? No more questions! Just answers. I placed my hand on her cheek, and looked deeper in eyes than I had ever known possible. Her speech became slower and slower as her lips quivered;
obviously waiting to answer the same question I was thinking.

The taste of her lips was much more distinct and flavorful than any wine I had ever tasted. Our eyes remained locked wide open. Neither one of us wanted to miss the expression on each other faces. A roomed filled of burning candles, fulfilled curiosities; heavy heart beats had now been turned into a memory and choice to make this independent woman all mine…

Even the most independent woman’s kryptonite is Chivalry! It’s not a game it’s Respect.