I thought about another drink, then saw a woman enter the bar through the far door.I thought about another drink, then saw a woman enter the bar through the far door. I looked at her, noting her hair was light, almost blonde (a real weakness of mine), and that she was nicely dressed. It took two heartbeats for me to realize that this was Linda, her eyes scanning the room as mine must have done when I entered. I watched as she walked closer, and smiled when I saw her light green eyes. "I can't be THIS lucky." I thought to myself with a sudden intake of breath. "Linda?" I asked. She smiled and her eyes locked with mine. Her reply was lost to my long-term memory, I was held spellbound by her eyes, and her radiant smile. Linda slipped onto the stool next to me and we smiled at each other. There was a long moment when we didn't need to talk. Images and ideas that we'd discussed electronically flashed through my mind quickly, and now I felt like a giddy teenager again. I asked her if she'd like a drink, and went to the bar, ordering for us both. This gave her time to look me over, and me time to slow my hearbeat down and get back to earth. I returned with the drinks and sat down. Linda was nervous too, and I recognized it from my own first-hand experience. We began talking, get- ting to know each other. The more we talked, the more I liked her. I began relaxing, enjoying her company, smiling and laughing at some of the things we had in common. It might have seemed to her that I avoided looking at her, and I did to some degree. I kept getting lost in her eyes and wanting to hold her. We moved into the dining area, being seated in a booth. After all day in the sun doing volunteer work for a charity event, I was ready for some good Italian pasta. |