During the
2003 North America Blackout I had a chance to be with my girlfriend, alone. I took it. It was one of those experiences that I hope I never forget until the day I die.
I remember there not being any artificial light source around. At all. Not even street lights. For a few city blocks. Do you know what that looks like? More importantly, do you understand how often that happens? Do you know how often things just seem to come together in a nice little package?
Practically never.
Back then, I still lived at home with family. But everyone was out. Except her and I. And do you know how fucking HOT the sex was? It was... incredible. We were both... totally... in synch... with each other. It seemed as though we both knew what that night could have meant to one another, and we made it happen.
No light. No noise. No one around. Total bliss.
We made love by the pale moon light. Do you remember that it was a full moon that night? I do. And it was serious love, not that one night stand kind of love, either. Well, it will be seven years this summer anyway. Both of us were sweaty. Both of us made so much noise. Missionary, man-behind. It was surreal.
You know, if I was in another state of mind or place in my life, I would have wanted a child from that experience. It was mind blowing. I would have wanted to tell them one day what it meant to my girlfriend and I that night.
I hope something similar comes along soon. Something like that doesn't happen often.