"...if you're ever in Missouri..."

Have you ever had a fairly uneventful day that ended with a chance meeting that left you smoldering? I mean that in a good way. You find yourself so intensely attracted to a person that you walk away?

I did that once. It was the most moronic response I have ever had to an attractive man. I'm not a shy person. So what was with the "Nice meeting you...if you're ever in Missouri..."?

That was back in '97, and for some reason, that whole evening keeps playing out in my head. Every little thing about him, including the fake German accent. It was good, that I'll give him. I also understood why he needed it at the time. In fact, I kept waiting for it to dissolve; which it didn't. I guess that's why I said good night and returned to my packing. I was preparing for the move to Missouri. I hated Utah and was desperate to be anywhere else.

I've met a lot of men in my life. There has been chemistry on many an occasion. While a biochemical based liaison can be momentarily gratifying, it's not what dreams are made of, nor is an STD , for that matter.

So why did I write this? I don't know. I guess I'm venting. I never told anyone about him. This is not a kiss-and-tell moral dilemma, it was just what it was ...well...if he wanted anyone to know he was there he would have ix-nayed the disguise-ay...and brought a camera crew.

So, if you happen across this, my off-season Valentine, discretion dear heart. You never saw this, and I never wrote it.
3/27/2006 0:34 AM
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