Stuck on a bar stool pondering on the way my life has played out...
I was involved with alcohol in a way that most would consider as very awkward... I craved her, needed her in a way that was most definitely unhealthy...
My budget was way too low to taste the fine things in life, so i settled for my trusty bottle of beer, placed in front of me - my fingers are playing with the chilled surface and leaving trail marks of moisture on the bottle.
The tempo of music streaming or should i say screaming from the aged speakers talk of an era by-gone but still living with our times...
There's of course the trusted smells normally associated with bars - cigarette smoke, sweaty bodies and ummentionables better left to the imagination...
I'm polishing off the last golden drops of my "forget everything" tonic when the door is opened - it is moments like this that the mind becomes clear... Inspite of pushing three bottles under the belt, I can still recall the moment - that golden moment when she walked in...
It was the whole play of events - you would have thought that God had handed out a personal proclamation... A pin would have been heard had it dropped to the floor...
She was undescribable - that's all I can say.
You didn't just admire her, you reacted to her and the effect she caused... It was so quiet, I was temptd to go outside and read the sign on the door that proclaimed that this was infact a bar not a library...
She was a golden girl - fair to the point of being obscene... She wasn't an albino but by Jove she came as close as one would humanly expect...
Ambling down the length of the narrow corridor - she received glances, stares and looks...
Men gazed with hooded eyes, sometimes open, most times with predatory intent...
I had observed her entrance and had gone back to my drink - there was no need trying to court possibility - I was most definitely NOT in her league... Or so I thought...
In a twinkle of an eye - she was sitting beside me and ordering a martini - straight... She raised the glass to her lips and drained it in one gulp... The motion brought tears to my eyes - I was given a good view of a graceful neck that demanded jewellry...
I was still trying to fathom the logic of her choice of sitting positions when she looks me dead in the eye and offers me the bottle of martini she's drinking from...
Choices... Choices...
Do I give in... I was staring intently. My purpose was beginning to take shape - I had in plain view the object of my heart most desire staring me in the eye...
She beckoned on to me - tugging on the threads of my desire, tempting me with her fobidden pleasures, offering me a tatse of the finer things that eluded me for so long...
Do I go for her?
