PART I THE KISS

She was newly single after 27 years of marriage and five grown children. Her 5'6, 105 pound figure was perfect and you'd have guessed her to be 35 not 48. She pushed back her long auburn hair and peered into the mirror. Two azure blue pools of light stared back perplexed. "What is a "kid" of 31 interested in me all about?" He had come up to her at the pool and started a conversation about the book she was studying. He didn't look the type to be interested in books or studying; he was too good looking. Dark hair and green eyes, perfect white teeth and a great smile. He had the easy, smooth manner of a man who is comfortable with himself and the situation. And that made her extremely nervous. They had talked...and talked...and talked...until suddenly she noticed it was hours later and no one was left at the pool except the two of them. He suggested they go to her apartment for a drink and to watch a movie. She confessed that, having just moved in, she didn't have television hooked up yet. He countered with an offer to bring a bottle of Scotch. Oh, this was all moving terribly fast. And now he was on his way up to her apartment. It had been 27 years since she had been on a date and 30 years since she had been with another man...and things were so different these days.

A knock at the door. "Oh, no. he really came." She ran her fingers through her hair and went to the door and let him in. Took the Scotch to the kidchen and asked him to have a seat. He said he'd mix them a drink and went in the kitchen straight to the cupboard, got glasses and fixed two Scotch and waters. "That was strange. How did you know where to go and how I drink my Scotch?" He said that was where he would have kept the glasses and, as to the Scotch, he was an excellent bartender with deja vu. They listened to Eric Clapton and talked, they found they were very alike. Suddenly, he pulled her up "Let's dance" She hadn't danced in years. He held her firmly and she fell into the rhythm as they moved around the room easily. As the music ended, she looked up into his eyes and it hit her! "Those eyes! are going to lead to trouble!" He bent down and kissed her. A kiss like she had not had in her entire life. "Oh yes, this is going to lead me to certain 'trouble'". She was hooked. That quick. Irish eyes will do it every time.


M JCampbell January 28, 2007