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We stepped out of the cab and through the decoratively studded wooden front door of the hookah bar and restaurant. Diena led the way. This was my first experience with smoking a hookah.  I thought back to the first time that I heard of it as a kid from Alice in Wonderland. The Caterpillar smoked one, remember? It was shadowy. Lamp-lit and intimate. It was filled with bullish middle eastern men playing cards together and puffing smoke into the air. Diena settled down in the booth next to the wall and I in the chair in front of her. She had told me a bit about the hookah experience on the way and now I found myself choosing from the menu of flavors.

I was drawn by the coconut tobacco. Diena had never tried it and we ordered it up along with some appetizers to munch on and meat dumplings for me. Our first evening together, we talked, and talked, and smoked. Me learning how to smoke the hookah as gracefully as she does; over and over the serpentine wisps slipping from her full lips into the air in front of her almond eyes.
Eyes that were accentuated perfectly for her beauty with a thin black line drawn just above each long eyelash. Her energy matched her visage, and I couldn't help but think of her figure in curve-defining jeans and top. Her hair was a short and sexy black crown atop her head. And a warm and clear tone to her voice.

The connection was brand new and already we were crackling. Honest compliments with that soft smell of desire and attraction were freely exchanged. It was mutually established: "You're hot."

Then our topic of conversation went to monogamy and the lack thereof. Diena asked me, after having read though some of my blog posts, if monogamy was possible in a relationship with me. I said that while I don't rule monogamy out for my future, I have a deep part of me that says I am where I need to be on my path. We then lightly debated the viewpoint of someone being enough for everything in your personal life, if it's possible for one person to be that at the end of the day, and how both monogamy and poly/non-monogamy can work for different people and/or at different times of their lives.

All the while the hookah was puffed and the desire flames were raging between us. Diena showed me the erotics of smoking. I'll have to say, from a hookah is best for me. She can artfully weave the smoke with her mouth and it has a pleasant scent. Just barely let the smoke escape your mouth. The tiniest exhale. I was asked during a lull what I wanted to do next with our evening together. I paused and was honest to the question, "What do I want to do?"

Paraphrased: "I want to go back to your place. Take out this massage oil I brought, and indulge you in touch. Touch that you can decide how much further it goes. I know that may not be the best idea for where we are in what we need, but it's what I'm feeling and wanting."

Paraphrased: "That sounds nice. It's what I want too. Let's get the check."

I attempted to get the waiter's attention and she said not to, that it's a faux pas in that space, that things are more laid back. We paid, got another cab, and we were off, her yoga-sculpted legs and torso against mine, cuddled close in the backseat.
-Fin

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