We met in a hotel lobby during happy hour while I was in town searching for a new place to live. He wore an Olde English 800 baseball cap and ordered Miller Lite, which was sort of a relief. Tasha and I laughed as he told stories about his son, having no idea what it must be like to have a child.
The plain gold band. Of course I knew he was married. There must have been some misinformation when Tasha's husband, Isaac, so blatantly tried to set me up. My heart sank a little, but only because I thought I was ready for something real.
I sipped cheap red wine and the four of us drank deep into the night.
"Yes." I told him to move over.
And that's what he found remarkable about the night we met. That's the part of the story he emphasizes, as if it set me apart from most other girls.
On risque de pleurer un peu si l'on s'est laissé apprivoiser.
You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince