Thursday, March 24, 2011
Flummoxed, with a smile on my face
I wonder if that guy, sitting next to me at the Matchbox bar last night, was telling the truth. He was spinning all kinds of crazy tales about covert ops and the politics of international "intelligence," and his role within that system. I would have guessed CIA but he said some disparaging things about that organization. He seemed to know a lot about a lot, but who knows? At the bar, people tend to exaggerate a bit - or a lot - unless they're there all the time, like I am. I really can't spin tall tales of my feats of extraordinary massage therapy ... as if there is such a thing ... because any number of my clients might show up at any second. Hmmm.... keeps me honest.
So, though this man went on and on about his exploits, I wasn't concerned about whether or not what he was saying was true. I was a lot more interested in the fact that I was having a lively conversation with a tall, broad-shouldered, smart, charismatic, handsome, sexy man who did not appear to be too young for me. That never happens to me. Usually the men who find a seat next to me (in bars and in life), are complicated, neurotic, and freakishly Woody Allen-esque.
A big ole manly guy. Wow. I was basking in the manly glow, feeling mighty girly. Yeah.
I was flirting, I guess, though I'm very rusty in that department, having not flirted with anyone for a number of years. But I must have been flirting because he was genuinely surprised when I said it was time for me to go home. He was so shocked that he wasn't coming with me. He'd been drinking which I believe is why he blurted out, incredulously, "You don't want to have sex with me?" The idea that I might not take him home was inconceivable to him. I started laughing. He was confident, wow. There was nothing Woody-Allenish about him.
On my way home, the sky opened. Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and the rain poured down. This of course gave me the giggles, oh yeah. It's spring, and though I did not take that guy home to seal the deal, I really had fun last night. What, I ask you, is NOT to love about the Matchbox bar?