I met a fantastic man last weekend. He was handsome, with dark hair and a charming, sweet smile. We flirted and made eyes at each other while holding hands and breathing in the salty air. Sometimes we spoke of deep, heart, secret things and sometimes we talked about the ordinary. We really heard each other.
When I spoke to him, I didn’t raise my voice. I looked into his eyes and really saw him and nuzzled my cheek in his neck without thinking about what was on my to do list. The only distractions were the sand between our toes, bright sunshine, and the waves breaking noisily just steps away.
We got to go back to our home place and reset. No kids. Just me and that man I forgot I knew.
That man I met with the dark hair and sweet smile, his name was Tate and we fell in love all over again.
Hilton Head, the beach, and tiki bars serving pina coladas will do that to a girl.