Addled By A Drug

Chet leaned across the restaurant table, looked deeply – and of course longingly – into my eyes and said, “I want to be your lover.”  Then he kissed me.

This was our second date.

I knew from the moment I met him earlier in the evening that this was his intention, without his having to say a word.

Did I know it consciously?  Could I have articulated this knowledge?  Probably not.

But my body knew it.  That carefully calibrated tuning fork made up of my skin, my blood and my nerves started vibrating as soon as I greeted him where he stood, waiting for me in the theater lobby.

What caused all that commotion, that furious vibrating?  Waves.  Waves of
testosterone.  Aimed at me.  Rolling over me, seeping into my pores.  Addling my brain.

This is what was going on in Chet’s head. No wonder I felt addled.

That’s exactly what it did.  All that male drug directed at me
totally addled my brain.  Decades,  literally decades, make that more than two decades, had passed since I last experienced the full force of the hormones of a new man focused on me.  The waves swept away the whole  persona of calmness and coolness I usually project, leaving behind a jittery,
over-bright, overly talkative, silly me.

Right before the lights dimmed and the orchestra struck up the first notes of the overture, he  announced, “We’re going to have to delay our plans to go out dancing.  I injured my shoulder this week.”

Sympathy was called for, so I said. “That’s too bad. What happened?”

“I over did it at the gym.  I just met this beautiful woman…”  Here he paused, looked in my eyes and smiled so I couldn’t misunderstand to whom he referred. “…and I want to look my best for her.”

The orchestra saved me from having to respond.  That simple remark, flattering as it was, threw me into a greater tizzy.  That was exactly what my ex-husband had done.  When we went out on our second date, Alan announced that he was on a diet.
He didn’t say why, made no comment about meeting a beautiful woman, but
the implication was clear.

Alan sent about the same dosage of hormones my way on that second date as Chet did. The big difference was that in Alan’s case it was completely and joyfully reciprocated.  With Chet, the flow was one way. My confusion and mindless babbling – I’d be embarrassed to reconstruct that evening’s conversation – were all a result of his chemistry, not mine.

I continued to feel off balance through the intermission, as we walked to the restaurant, and on through dinner.  It all culminated with me making our waitress cry.

She was exceptional, that woman; attentive, tactful, efficient, capable of ignoring the kissing going on at her corner table.

I was hyper aware of her, this attractive, thirty-something woman, in the way we are when our senses are over stimulated, when we’re high on a drug.

So, when she brought the check, I gave her my warmest smile and said, “Thank you for being such a wonderful part of our evening.  You’ve worked so hard and so smart to make this the best  dinner for us. I admire your gracious ease at your job”

When she came back with the credit card slip, she said, “I told the kitchen staff what you told me.  No one has ever said anything like that before.  I started crying in the kitchen”

With that, her eyes welled up.  Chet said, “She’s got a good heart, our Georgia.”  To which the waitress replied, “It’s in your eyes, your bright eyes.”

Ah, dear readers, what a person will do when under the influence of a
drug. Even if it’s someone else’s. What was I to do? What would you have done? (ahem…What have you done?!?) Stay tuned to the Vixen to hear more about Chet.

7 thoughts on “Addled By A Drug

  1. I love this episode! Very sweet. I would like to know what happened with Chet (even though you didn’t return his attraction). How do you not hurt his feelings or did you?

  2. Chemistry, strange indeed. In fact, when it comes to “human” chemistry, one could argue it is beyond our understanding. Combine a healthy dose of testosterone with estrogen add a dash of phenoms and the outcome can not be predicted. It is that undefined ingredient of magic that is the catalyst for what we call love.

    As with Julie, I too am looking forward seeing what the result of this drug cocktail will be. Will the missing ingredient show its molecular structure? I guess we all have to wait and see.

    Thanks once more Georgia

    • Hi Big Fan: There’s a theory floating around in the world of psychology that physical attraction between the sexes may be based on our psyiogomy – that the size and placement of our facial features corresponds with that of the people to whom we are attracted. This may explain why children often look so exactly like both their parents. Apparently body type and race have little to do with this.

  3. Okay…i need to hear more about this psyiogomy. Since my divorce I have grown very close to several dear friends of the opposite sex. But that chemistry thing just does not seem to work. I have even tried to force the issue. And we both end up looking at each other saying, why the heck are we messing up a good friendship by looking to share affection. Is there a blog out there to help educate me on the subject? No…really. I am serious.

    • Hi Currious: I can tell you’re serious, so I’ll be serious, too. All my romances have been ignited by that burst of chemistry. I’ve heard of love that grows from friendship, and believe that can happen, but I don’t know how it does. If anyone reading has had a dear friendship morph into something deeper, please share your story.

      What I do know is that true friendship, especially between a man and a woman, is rare enough that I can imagine myself being wary of losing it to a failed romance. Friends have told me their stories of trying the “with benefits” bit, and having it backfire. Again, I invite anyone reading with insight to chime in.

      Maybe, just maybe, dear Currious, you can’t force the issue. Maybe love has to bloom at its own pace, even if it’s slower than you’d like.

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