Revisiting, Drake Spire [best books to read in your 20s .txt] 📗

I stayed at the table my date was supposed to be at. I remember telling him to be here at this specific time. Yet, somehow he isn't here. Since I was staying here for a while I thought of memories of past boyfriends. Unfortunately, most of them weren't fond memories.

I started with the first one. Seventh grade, Polk Middle School, he was a boy that had dark blonde hair. His eyes were a deep blue, the blue that was like the sea before a great storm. So calm, so deep. He was the one to ask me out, and he was natural in the way we dated. I know it was only middle school and I didn't think it was going anywhere at the time. However, what was weeks turned into months, and months into years. We were the perfect couple, we knew each other's heart, as well as our mind. Almost connected. He and I had made love for the first time in both of our lives. Even though it was my first, I still believe it was the most passionate. So when we were in highschool, at around my sophmore year, he told me that he had to move. He said he had to move to Missouri, for family matters. We made love for the second time before he left. He told me he'd be back in three years. I can't say I still don't look for his beautiful eyes and his calm nature. As you can tell, I never saw him again.

Next, was a guy who, truthfully from the start, was just for fun. He wasn't anything special. I don't even remember how long it lasted. It was just something that lasted for about 1 or 2 months. We had crazy moments. Embarrasing times too. I ended it. I ended it because I saw another man that I could probably go for without having for fun.

"Here you are ma'am" The waiter placed my food on the table I sat at, while I was dozing off. He broke my train of thought. "Thank you, sir." He nodded as if he heard that too many times.

"You're date is a no show, ma'am?"

"Yeah, but it's alright, it gave me time to think about somethings."

"Well, please enjoy your meal."

The man I longed for after I ended that other relationship that was mostly for fun, looked like my first boyfriend, and I think that's why I dated him. I expected him to be perfect like my first boyfriend. Sadly, the saying "Don't judge abook by it's cover" didn't fail. He was always busy doing something. When he had time for me, I could tell his mind was somewhere else. He was too invested in his work to have any space in his mind for me. For some reason, I really, really wanted it to work out. I wanted it to be as amazing as it was with my first. My hopes were not fulfilled, we broke it off in a few months.

That brings me to the guy I'm hoping to date, but I can already tell that he's not as good as my first. He's already late to the date. I notice my watch, thirty minutes late. I notice that I haven't touched my plate of food. I start to eat the pasta that was luke-warm. Still mid-dazed out of my mind, I barely noticed that a man sat in the empty seat in front of me. "You are thi-" I start to say, then notice that it isn't the date I was expecting. It was the waiter that served me. "Late? I delivered your food on time."

"Why are you sitting here?"

"I'm the chef why can't I sit here? I made that meal for you. Plus, I served it to you."

"Why would a chef want to do that to a girl like me?"

"I don't know. Perhaps he sees that you are lonely and wants to make all his customers happy."

I didn't reply to what he said. The food here was amazing. I could tell that the food I was eating was made by someone that was way more experienced than most cooks i've ever met. "Will you charge me for such a meal"

"Compliments of the chef."

I finished the food quickly. His voice, it sounded familiar.

"Have you been in any commercials or tv shows or movies or anything?"

"No, no. Why do you ask?"

"You sound familiar."

"Oh, do I now?"

He motioned one of his waiters to bring wine. Soon, there was a wine glass for two and red wine was filled in both of them. "'Oh I don't drink."

"Yes, you do, or atleast you will after our best drink in our inventory will persuade you to."

She lightly swirled the wine she took long sniff of it. She was convinced that it was supposed to be good. She tasted it, it was wonderful. She tasted how old it was. It wasn't bitter but the alchohol was balanced with the grape that fermented in this great drink.

"For someone who doesn't drink, you sure have the aquired taste for red wine."

"Why would you wanna give me something so splendid?"

"Do you really want to know?"

I nodded, I really wanted to know, I thought this night was going to be with some lame guy that didn't even show up to the date.

"It's a celebration."

"Celebration for what?"

He smiled with a big grin. Then I noticed his eyes when he said this: "For finding my lost friend from Middle school"

Publication Date: 05-09-2013

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Dedication:
Dedication to those friends I once lost in time, and whom I wish to find again. Just to ask, did anyone go to Kindercare in tampa at around the year 2003? (they should be class of 2017 unless they didn't pass or they skip a grade)