Cool

Bleached blonde beautiful woman sitting down the bar in black cocktail dress, hair tied up in a mess. With a fellow.  Medium. See-through.  I feel something visceral. Twitch, jerk, flinch.   I look at her.  She looks back a bit longish.

That was it.  That was Saturday night.  But I was out.  Met a friend for early dinner, drinks.  He asked me to come to the next place where he was meeting a friend.  I declined.

Home just as things are starting up.  A start.  The nights are cool.  I must be beautiful.