We went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed together. I laid there quietly thinking about what had just happened. I was 28 years old and no one but no one had made me feel like that. I looked at him “Daniel” I said. “I told you it would be good didn’t I? I knew”
He kissed me. “But anything else, it can’t just happen that way. I have to take medication to you know. Usually anyway”.
“You mean something like Viagra”. He nodded. “Yes like an old man with prostate problems. I saw some in my parents’ bathroom”.
“Oh Danny, you shouldn’t look in peoples bathroom cabinets then should you? When you use that, can you feel anything though” I asked.
“No of course not. Never. I can’t even feel when I get an erection” he admitted sadly.
“Then is there any point in taking it. I liked, loved what you did just fine”.
“Well it depends. Depends on what you like, what you want. I remember the first time I got an erection, it made me feel like a man again. Pathetic isn’t it?”
“No, nothing is pathetic. What you feel is what you feel”. I wanted to tell him that my mother had had a mastectomy and didn’t feel like a woman again until she had her bust rebuilt. That is the same thing isn’t it?
“Danny?” I began.
“I love it when you call me Danny. My mother used to call me that when I was little.” He snuggled up next to me.
“Danny” I continued you. “I know it is only less than 24 hours but I love you and I know I will always love you. It is ridiculous. I just want to stay here all day. I just want to be with you.”
“I love you too but for the time being, let’s keep this to ourselves”.
“What do you mean” I stammered sitting up. “What are you talking about? Are you ashamed of me or something?”
“No, NO he said hurriedly. I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I promise you that I will show you to the world, I just meant let’s not tell people that we are in love. No one would understand. I wouldn’t if my best friend said he met someone and that this is the one etc. I would say, don’t be too hasty etc etc. Come on, think about it”.
I stopped in my tracks. “What do you mean, this is the one? Do you think I AM THE ONE? Danny tell me what you are thinking and I will stop, I’ll do what you say.”
“Yes” he said slightly resigned. “I hate to admit that at this early juncture in our relationship I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I am even considering asking you .....”
“Where to?” I asked and then the phone rang. “My mother”.
“Sara? You are not at home”.
“I know. I’m not at home” I replied in English.
“Still in English. You are with him. I just saw Beate at the chemist and she said that his phone is switched off.”
“Yes and mine should be too” I replied. “I am still with him and in a moment he is bringing me home to get my things. Thank you very much for introducing us, you and Auntie Beate. I am more than grateful to you but in the meantime mum, please stop phoning me.”
“Well” my mother replied. “I am only trying to find out what is going on. If you don’t tell us Beate will phone him on his home phone.”
“Is she with you” I asked. Silence from my mother and then “yes she is here”.
Dan could hear the whole conversation and then took the phone away from me. “Mrs Cohen (luckily he had asked my surname). This is Dan how are you?”
“Very well” she replied “Thank G-D”.
“Can I speak to my aunt please?”
My mother must have passed the phone over to her friend.
“Hello aunty?” Dan said.
“Yes, yes, yes and thank you. I will ask her hold one.” He looked at me. “Would you like to come for dinner next Friday night to my Aunt’s house? Apparently your parents are going too?” I looked at him confused, “are you invited to this little soiree?”
“Am I invited too Aunty?” he asked.
“Of course apparently” he said smirking. He put his hand over the phone.
“Do you really want to meet my parents?” I asked him.
“I was going to ask you to come to the country tomorrow and meet mine???”
I took the phone away from him. “Yes thank you. We would love to come”.