Women Like Her
It seemed like everyone was waiting for her to arrive, and when she did, I was eager to remind her that we’d met before.Her hand was cold. I held it longer than necessary but she didn’t seem to mind. I was happy to get a step up on Bill who awkwardly introduced himself. She said his name and how nice it was to see him again. She obviously remembered him. She remembered me too. I suppose it was too much to hope that I was a little more special that that dipshit.
Unlike her chilled fingers, the warmth of her spirit brought a fire to the room. She laughed effortlessly and I noticed how she touched others with ease the way women like her are welcome to do. I wanted her to touch me, and each time she did, I wanted more. After a while, I took her hand in mine again, just for a moment. She warmed her fingers for a few seconds before I noticed the sadness in her eyes. It was a flash of remembering someone or something that didn’t belong there. She tried to recover with a joke and a spin, but she knew that she’d been caught.
Was her sadness a warning or a challenge?
Perhaps it should have been a warning, but for a guy like me it was both. During the next half-hour she stood next to me but avoided my gaze and barely said a word. I thought I should leave but when I said so, I saw her ask me not to. Just to be sure, I stepped close and rested my hand against her back. When she leaned into me and smiled, I decided a second beer wouldn’t be so bad.
posted by Theresa @ 4/13/2007 09:33:00 PM
7 Comments:
Very nice! Taking a look from the other side?
Hey, I know that woman! But, just like you, she wouldn't put out for me... I'm gonna cut it off and send it to the dry-cleaners if this keeps up.
Definitely both.
A second beer seems to be a NEED here.
You are lovely...that's all.
Just a little of that touch is exactly. . .
Such a sweet post.
enjoyed reading this...
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