A hurried email to my office ensured that I would not be disturbed for the better half of the day. I was ecstatic; my heart was pounding away at the thought of meeting him, alone at his home.It was a blind date for me!
What should I pick up for him on my way…chocolates?…roses?…will this date give me the love of my life..!!
The metro train left me at the shabby outskirts of the city. I had already traveled for over an hour and still did not know where exactly I was headed! What kind of date is this?
He had not been polite enough to give me his complete address at one go…he did not even care to pick me up from the metro station and I was going around in a completely unknown place asking unknown shopkeepers and passersby about his god damn address! I had become quite edgy and disgusted at my own self for being in such a wild goose chase.
Suddenly my cellphone rang. “Hello…I can see you now… please turn back and enter the third building to your left”.
The door was held slightly ajar, leaving just enough room for me to slide in. I had a feeling that I was entering a criminal’s den!! Lights had been turned off in the house and the entire place was dark…the only thing I first saw clearly was a framed picture of a young couple hanging from the wall above the bed. I could make out it was him with a beautiful lady, presumably his wife.
Trying to sound normal, I tried to strike a conversation. “So how are you…”
He was in no mood to talk. He just gave me a tight hug. I was taken aback at the warmth with which he kissed me. It was our first date and how could he love me with such deep passion. I instantly knew it has been long since he has made love to a woman. Something inside me broke, it’s not me!! Any other woman would have aroused him…I am just a body lured in to satisfy his carnal instincts. At the very thought, I wanted to run away from the room. Years of defunct marriage had sucked out the pleasures of a physical union for me; I yearned to be someone’s dream, someone’s true love.
I tried to calm down my chattering mind , but ended up withdrawing myself in the midst of a half hearted blow job.
He was lying on his back, eyes firmly closed, silently accepting his defeat in trying to woo a woman in bed.
He slowly gathered me up in his arms and said, “my dear I will never force myself on you…you are free to love me as you wish …and if you don’t wish to love me even then we can remain friends. I love you and will always do so …”
I guess my lonesome heart had been waiting for ages for those kind words . Raped and tortured, beaten & abused…all those hurt which I had carefully hidden inside me for years came out in a gush of muffled cries.
Soon, I was cuddling him in real earnest…as two hearts melted away in sheer flow of passion and love…I learnt to love a man for his heart…for his kindness.