Anticipation

Chapter 1 - Azalea

"Hi, my name is Azalea Athena Adams. Im a retired Marine after five years of duty, do you hear bombs like I do?" No, thats not right. What the hell is wrong with me, it's only a blind date get over yourself Azalea; a tall, modern woman walked toward me. A female dressed as a guy, well that wasn't expected. Its year 2007 maybe people are becoming more open, I sound so judgmental. Damn did her eyes glow, a name was introduced but my stare made me lose my hearing at that moment; her breasts attracted my eyes downward as they should be up higher. A counter appeared as she talked, my body being lifted against the cabinets fluttering with excitement; I was dreaming again, have I heard one word she's said? I guess the food has already been ordered. Too much wine maybe was the delay in my reactions. Footsies, no it was my feet rubbing against each other. My thick legs that were toned out from all the running we had to do for our workouts made a crease in my thigh, between them I felt a spark of encouragement to kiss her. Hold on Azalea, you're not a sex addict nor have you had a girlfriend in a few years, so why are you so attracted to her in such a sinful way? Time to listen now, oh shes a...

The kitchen counter turned into a kitchen island where there was extra space for cooking. I felt her lips pierce my neck as her hands roughly gripped my thighs making me wet. I couldn't help but want to feel her extravagant hair. The curls overwhelmed my fingers as I twirled them in and out of the webs of my palms. Let's go to the bed...

I'm biting my lip! No, stop showing so much secret affection toward her. What does she think about me, I barely said anything. She probably thinks my grey eyes are fake and my hair has been dyed trillions of times. Girls make such stereotypes for us women, its sad actually. I'm starting to soften up, no I can't afford that attachment; its time to go.

I got into my black Tahoe and sighed while I placed my forehead upon the steering wheel. The radio was on announcing giveaways, my head pounded. I'm such a jerk, I don't even know her name, what was her name? I didn't even see what she was wearing, even though I saw her standing up. I was to focused on her eyes and her breasts, sexual attraction. "Azalea don't beat yourself up over this. She'll call and you can explain everything, no don't do that you'll sound stupid"; I sat up, buckled and turned the radio to country as I drove home.

Looking in the mirror I see the white dress that made my tan look astonishing. Then seeing the black heels I wore along with a gold Egyptian necklace my grandmother gave me before she passed away, laid across my chest. I slid through the dress so softly it gave me chills. My hair was already straight, it took me two hours too handle the insaneness of my locks. Azalea go get your glass of water after you brush your teeth and pee; I hate this medicine, it always reminds me of the memories we faced in war while I hold it between my index finger and thumb. Then I swallow the pill to ease the anxiety and stress I have gained over my years of service. I wish I would've told her about me more, I'm pretty sure I only told her my name and my race, "Azalea Athena Adams, I'm Greek and Caucasian." Way to go for your first date in whoever knows how long. Go too sleep you're a failure at this.