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Dinner, Docks and Dreams: Captain Continued


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Got a Date, Can’t be Late

“Coral or green?” I asked my sister watching me get ready on FaceTime. The coral dress won and so did my bronzer.
Glistening from the mix of humidity and coconut milk and honey body oil, I walked down Main Street mindful of the time.

The time.
The time?
The time!

I was supposed to meet Captain at Mojo’s at 8p.m., but my phone said 9p.m. A Midnight Stroll

How could it be nine?

I asked the Maya woman walking next to me for the time. Shit. 9:06.

Let the unforgiving self-talk begin.

Krystal, this is crazy. An hour? Really? An hour late! You are ridiculous.

Then, panic.

Oh my God, he’s gonna leave. He’s gonna think I stood him up. He’s gonna think I’m such a flake. 

Succumbing to the sweat, I walked as fast as I could and prayed.

Dear God, please let him be there. I am so embarrassed. This is humiliating. Damn time zones!

Talk about a walk of shame. I finally got to Mojos and before I could take a deep breath, there he was at the top of the steps.

 He waited for me?

“You waited for me,” I said with a sigh of relief. Then apologizing profusely. “I. am. so. sorry.” “This is so embarrassing. The time on my comp–”

Captain cut me off with grace and charm.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Are you okay? ”

I was fine. Well- sort of. Actually, I was miserable. I just couldn’t shake the shame of being so late.

Captain opened the door to a quaint space strung with white lights, paper lanterns and candles aglow. Fidgeting and nervous I plopped down in a hard, cold booth.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
“Yes, just hot, ” I lied.

I was hot and bothered. Hoping to cool things down, I ordered an apple martini. It was the best one I’d ever had.

The Love Jump

It was all a Dream

After dinner, we walked to the docks. It was like a dream. Sitting under the stars where sailboats take to the seas, Captain and I shared stories from our childhood and past relationships, recent travels and future dreams.

Is this really happening?

He noticed how my face lit up when I spoke about my father. He looked into my eyes and hung on to every word I said. He told me how his exes became exes and the heartbreak that ensued. Long trips at sea took a toll on his relationship and his wife had fallen in love with someone else. It was his grandmother who found out. A Godly, yet gossiping woman, she and her church sisters suspected Captain’s wife was being unfaithful while he was at sea. Finally, on a trip home, his uncle took him to see for himself. Captain couldn’t believe it.

But I believed him. I believed every word he said. I believed him when he told me how he’s been waiting for true love to find him.

I thought we had something in common. And we did.

We were both dreaming.

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