I saw you on the way to work today. As I waited at the red light your car drove past me. You were so busy on the phone that you didn’t notice anything other than the light change from red to green and you drove right in front of me. I thought to myself, "wow, a man that fine should always drive with the top down on that car" and as my mind keep imagining you looking over at me the car behind me honked his horn to let me know the light was now green for us to turn. It’s Friday and I hate going to the bank after work, but today as I stand in line and fill out my deposit slip I look up and see you turn and walk away from the teller. For a moment our eyes meet and I feel my legs get weak. Of course the lady behind me taps me on the shoulder to let me know the next teller is free. When I turn back I see you walking out of the bank. I feel this sadness come over me as if I just lost my puppy. I leave and meet my friends for happy hour at a bar around the corner from my house. As I am beginning to have fun listening to my girls tell me about there crazy week at work, I turn and see you sitting at a table with a beautiful woman. I’m frozen and all the noise in the bar disappears for a moment. I watch you laughing and talking with this woman who I wish I could be even for a second. Your eye, your lips, the way you put your head back when you really laugh hard. Just then you look over and see me staring at you. I don’t even move cause I still have the thought of us meeting going over and over in my head. Before I can blink you standing in front of me and you say hello. I must look like an idiot because I can hardly say hi back at you. You continue to tell me how you have seen me all day. First at the Starbucks this morning, then at the bank, and now here at a bar that you go to almost every Friday after work. At this point I try and get it together so that I can ask who the woman is that you are sitting with. But before I do you say that your sister is ready to leave and ask if I would mind if you stay and talk to me. I am so happy that and I begin to think that you can tell how excited I am by the fact that I cant stop smiling.

We sit and talk about everything yet I don’t even remember what we talked about. We don’t even realize that the lights have come on and we are being kicked out because the bar is closing. My friends have left and we walk out to the parking lot. There are not many cars left as you walk me over to mine. I don’t want to get in because I will have to drive away and I don’t want to leave you. You say "do you want to go get something to eat". I’m not hunger so I just say sure to keep from letting you go. As if you could read my mind, you say I don’t care where I just don’t want to leave you, I’m having a great time and I don’t want it to end. So I say lets just walk over to the Denny’s on the corner and have coffee. When you say "I don’t drink coffee, but we can go anyway" I laugh and say, "nether do I. I just don’t want you to leave".

You lean in and kiss me and I melt. You ask me to follow you to your house and I cant even speak. I just smile and follow you like I have no control of my own car. After you park and I park on the street in font of your house you walk over and open my door. When I step out you kiss me again and we loose each other in lots and sensual and passionate kisses.

Do you remember your first kiss?

I was around 13 years old. We had an amusement park called "Legend City" it was small and there weren’t any really big rides, but at 13 it was the best place to go hang out with my girlfriends. That and my father would never let me date a boy at that age. "If you have a Mexican father you understand" so my girls and I would go to the skating ring or legend city to meet up with boys from other schools. Cause you know we could not be see with the boys from our school.

So it’s the 4^th of July and me and 2 of my friends are at legend city meeting up with 3 guys from Phoenix. We grew up in a smaller city out side of Phoenix called Mesa, and there was no way in hell that my father would ever let me date, "much less a boy from Phoenix" oh hell no. So of course that is who we when to meet. By the way, we meet at the skating ring around the corner from my house. So here we are on the 4^th of July. The 3 of us, the 3 of them and even though it’s about 115 degrees out side we think that we are so cool. At first we all hang out together for a while. Then one guy has to go on a ride that no one else but one girl want to get on, so they go, then my other friend said that she and one of the guys was going to go play games to win her a bear. So that left me and...."the name will be changed to protect the innocent, we’ll call him Fred". So Fred and I took the sky scraper over from one end of the park to the other to get a spot to watch the fire works. (For those of you who may not know what that is, it’s the ride that just go’s back and forth from one side of the park to the other about 3 stories high over everything.) Just as we started to get to the middle of the park he leans in and starts to kiss me. Since I had never kissed a boy before I didn’t know just what to do, so I pushed him back and took my gum out of my mouth and then said "ok" as if that was the problem. LMAO... I laugh about that to this day. I don’t think I was that bad after taking the gum out cause we kissed all night after that. I do remember laying on the grass watching the fire works and making out with Fred like it was yesterday. He was really cute, but I didn’t mean to kiss him and after that all I could think about was kissing him.

Do you remember your first kiss?

I sit at the airport looking around trying not to look as if I’m lost. I don’t see you and I try not to panic. You’re never late, and I can’t find you, so I start to wonder where you are. Of course only bad things go through my mind at first. Then after 30 minutes of walking around and looking for you, calling your cell phone and no answer I start to worry. After 45 minuets I begin to panic. As I finally decide to set down and figure out what I’m going to do, you walk in and say, “let’s go” as if you were the one waiting on me. At first I can only feel relived to know that your ok, but that only last for a moment when I realize you have not even given me a hug or apologized for being so late. We argue on the way to the car but all the while still no reason why or sorry baby. By the time we reach the door and you open it I am so mad I don’t want to get in. I look in at see one single red rose on my seat. In anger I grab it as I get in and start up again. Is this supposed to make it better, and all the way home I bitch. All I can think is why cant you just tell me where you been, why you left me sitting there for so long? As we get to the house, you open the door and take my bags up the stairs I follow with out words because I don’t ever know what to say any more. We reach the top of the stairs and turn to the bedroom. You stop put my bags down and open the door. Because I’m so mad I stand there with my head down. The first thing that catches me is the smell, I look up and there are rose pedals everywhere. Hundreds, thousands of rose peddles. All colors and all over the floor, the bed and next to the bed on my nightstand is the biggest bouquet of red roses I have ever seen. In front of them, a card that tells me how much you love and care for me. For a while I forget that you’re standing there because it’s so over whelming. I can hardly believe my eyes, and all that you have done when you take my hand and pull me to you and kiss me very soft on the lips and whisper “I love you”.

As we make love all over the rose pedals and the smell of you and me mixed with the roses is becoming intoxicating I remember the one single rose on my seat when you opened the car door. When you go down to get me a glass of water I remember so many times you gave me just one single rose. When we first meet and you gave another woman $20 for the rose she had to give to me because there where no other’s at 3 in the morning. When you left for work the first time we slept together and I woke up with one single rose next to me where you had been. When we walked and talked for hours one night and you plucked one form a rose garden that we past. Sure you give me lots of roses all the time, but it’s the one single rose that you give me at the time when you don’t plan to or just because you cant help but feel the love between us. In the middle of all the beauty you have created for me in this room I have to have the one single rose that I discarded so quickly in my anger. The one I left in the car and the one that should have told me that you were late because you were doing all of this for me. As you come back up stairs with my water you find me going for your robe. Baby wait don’t take a shower yet, you say. I turn to you and say “ I just need to go to the car” you notice that my eyes are full as one tear drops down my face you reach over to me and say “baby what wrong?” I just give you a ½ smile and say, “I just need my rose from the car”. You laugh and say baby you have roses all over the room and 3 dozen on your nightstand. I can’t explain it all to you but you see it in my eyes. So you tell me as you wipe the tear form me face, “it’s ok baby, I’ll go get it for you” The ONE single rose that tells me your “THE ONE”.

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