Leaning into him I marvel at how I ended ended up here with this beautiful man, side-by-side in the  booth, our boundaries dissolving as we discuss slices of our life, dreams, and painful fading memories. Sharing pieces of ourself, talking shit, and learning from our perfectly imperfect selves. Looking in each others’ eyes as the attraction builds. Maybe it’s the French he whispered in my ear followed by a l’il nibble on my neck, maybe it’s his genuine mega-watt smile or his lithe hands, so strong and yet able to gently fold into mine. Synchronicity sparked as we thanked the other for a fun night at the same moment. It’s late, we just know, the waitress knows.. we’ve come alive here in this polaroid in…