A Beautiful Man
I met a beautiful man yesterday.
I was dining at a restaurant in Saint Louis. The young couple seated next to me was entertaining me with lighthearted banter so I did not notice him take the barstool to my right.
"What are you reading?" he asked referring to the book lying closed before me. I told him, handed him the book to look, then I turned back to the previous conversation.
After at least an hour the couple left and he reinitiated conversation. I immediately felt a twinge of guilt -- had I rudely turned my back to him this whole time?
We had your usual strangers-at-the-bar chit chat. About NYC, about the mid-west, about his hometown of LA.
It was then that I noticed how striking he was. He was lean, with angular features and a warm smile. The odd scar on his pretty-boy face suggested adventure and heightened his attractiveness. He had silky smooth milk chocolate skin.
My heterosexual hands itched to touch his unruly black wooly hair -- not in a sexual way, but just to know what it felt like. I thoroughly enjoyed our easy conversation. I was struck by his intelligence, his candor and his humor -- delivered with educated diction in a deep James Earl Jones like baritone.
We talked of his impending move back to California to be with his fiancee. We talked love, marriage, divorce, pre-nups. We talked about wine -- his industry.
I was distracted by a good looking woman who walked in and sat to my left. I spoke with her (of course) and the three of us engaged in fun chatter. The beautiful man and I exchanged cards when he took his leave.
As we watched him walk out I remarked to my neighbor and the bartender that he was the most engaging stranger that I had met in all my years of business travel. It then hit me like lightning. He had been seducing me, as I played our conversation back it became more obvious. Wow, a beautiful man on the down low.
I am not going to call.
I was dining at a restaurant in Saint Louis. The young couple seated next to me was entertaining me with lighthearted banter so I did not notice him take the barstool to my right.
"What are you reading?" he asked referring to the book lying closed before me. I told him, handed him the book to look, then I turned back to the previous conversation.
After at least an hour the couple left and he reinitiated conversation. I immediately felt a twinge of guilt -- had I rudely turned my back to him this whole time?
We had your usual strangers-at-the-bar chit chat. About NYC, about the mid-west, about his hometown of LA.
It was then that I noticed how striking he was. He was lean, with angular features and a warm smile. The odd scar on his pretty-boy face suggested adventure and heightened his attractiveness. He had silky smooth milk chocolate skin.
My heterosexual hands itched to touch his unruly black wooly hair -- not in a sexual way, but just to know what it felt like. I thoroughly enjoyed our easy conversation. I was struck by his intelligence, his candor and his humor -- delivered with educated diction in a deep James Earl Jones like baritone.
We talked of his impending move back to California to be with his fiancee. We talked love, marriage, divorce, pre-nups. We talked about wine -- his industry.
I was distracted by a good looking woman who walked in and sat to my left. I spoke with her (of course) and the three of us engaged in fun chatter. The beautiful man and I exchanged cards when he took his leave.
As we watched him walk out I remarked to my neighbor and the bartender that he was the most engaging stranger that I had met in all my years of business travel. It then hit me like lightning. He had been seducing me, as I played our conversation back it became more obvious. Wow, a beautiful man on the down low.
I am not going to call.
posted by SagaciousDemon at 4:32 PM
