Love, Lust, Life…Lost?What happens when love, lost & buried forever, comes back to haunt you?
It was sheer gall that got her downstairs, out the door, and into the Plaza. The whole way down the elevator she prayed for rain, ball lightning, flood, a meteor shower, and then, God willing, Sodom, Gomorrah, and a pillar of salt. The truth was, she couldn’t remember what he looked like. It was like she told Pam: his was more a trace, a feeling, than a solid image. She hadn’t had that much to drink, but then it didn’t take much with her, and it had been dark-ish. And, of course, there’d been the element of disbelief. Men just didn’t approach her like that. She didn’t have the elusive factor to draw in sexual encounters, and if women were flowers, her petals had been closed for the night. Her nightclub fun consisted of prancing on the dance floor with no one and everyone, downing a few drinks she normally wouldn’t have, and those purloined smokes. If anything, the mysterious stranger had been an unwanted complication. He’d required thought and work, for what was otherwise a brainless evening.
And now, damn it–preparation. Butterfly stomach, blue outfit. Tacked down hair stuck on her head so carefree that a stiff breeze would have acted like a sail. It was good to know her brain had been functioning, though, even under the alcohol fumes. That “dressed in blue” was brilliant. As she sat discreetly on a bench, she noted there must have been a hundred-fifty women in the area dressed in some shade of blue. If his memories were as vague as her own, he’d walk on past her, his ship in the night anchoring in someone else’s port. She sighed nervously, wishing for the twelfth time she had a cigarette and a stiff drink, in that order.
See what he’s bringing me to. Men!