Play Date

They were like children, giggling and chuckling. The date had been going well, and had lasted about 3 glasses of wine so far. They exchanged stories of travel, of frenemies, and most importantly, of love. Though the conversation lulled at times, the chemistry between them acted as a pilot light, always ready to ignite another bout of warm camaraderie. In their infant infatuation they mulled over, examined, and played with one another's hands. Ringless, they were naked and vulnerable. Once the food had run out and the live music ended, the two rose cheeked, slightly intoxicated singles payed the bill equally. And walked out. The time between the doldrum tasks of managing an adult interaction flew by like lovebirds swooping from branch to branch, moment to moment. That childlike play that new acquaintances engage in is effervescent, carbonated with excitement and energy. As they shared a taxi to return to their respective homes, they rested their content, weary heads upon each other's shoulders. The night was their cradle.