Choosing Her Lover

Seated at the bar, he is watching the door as I walk in. He stands as he sees me, smiling. “Debbie?”

“Ryan?”

He looks good enough to eat. Beckoning me to the barstool by him, “What can I get you?”

“Red wine, please. Did I keep you waiting long?”

“Not at all, I just arrived a couple of minutes ago.”

As he waves over the barman, I study him. Ryan understated himself in his profile; tall, with strapping shoulders and a lean fit build. Dark, slightly wavy hair and a light tan set off his white smile and dark eyes.

He is disconcertingly attractive. There’s usually a reason that someone who looks this good is on the dating circuit, even when it’s only for sex dating.

Fourth finger, left hand…. No, nothing there….

Nice hands though…. long fingers….

Holding two glasses of wine, Ryan eye-points me across the room. “I hope I’m not out of order here, but I booked us a table. Even if we can’t stand the sight of each other after a couple of hours, at least we’ll have a good meal inside us.”

He sees me looking askance at the table. Holding both hands up, almost warding me away, “Hey, it doesn’t mean I’m making any assumptions other than it’s the end of the working day, and I’m guessing that you’re hungry. I certainly am.”

Feeling foolish. “Yes, sorry. My suspicious nature….”

He looks at me oddly.

Weighing me up?

I think so, yes.

“Shall we sit?”

He seats himself opposite me, ignoring his wine, gazing at me. Chin propped on a fist, he is, very obviously, looking me up and down.

“So, what’s the deal?” he asks. “Women who look like you don’t tend to appear on dating sites like that one. There’s generally some guy in the background beating the jungle drums.” He glances down at my left hand. “And if you ever wore a wedding ring, there’s no sign of it now. Have you ever been married? For that matter, are you married now? Is this supposed to be some kind of ‘on the side’, ‘playing away from home’ kind of thing?”

He's wary of me….

“Is this ‘Twenty Questions’? Yes, I’ve been married. But no, not now. Been there, done that….”

He laughs. “…. Seen the movie, read the book, got the tee-shirt, eh? That bad, was it?”

“Oh, yes, that bad. But I’ve got control of my own life now, and I’ll not be letting it slip out of my fingers again.”

He sniffs, reflectively I think. Not critically. “That’s why you’re doing this? You don’t want entanglements?”

“That’s right. What about you?”

similar. My last long-term relationship was a bit of a nightmare. Just now,

didn’t do yourself justice you know, on your profile. Very few women describe themselves

this where you tell

Are you a liar?

don’t think so. You’re right. You’re not conventionally pretty. Your features

burst out laughing. “You’re a silver-tongued charmer

“Have I

was expecting you to come out with some

sits back in his chair, holding my eyes,

don’t find you attractive. Quite the contrary. You’re just…. unusual,

“You can ask.”

Debbie really your

do you think I’m going to hand

It’s quite dangerous doing what you’re doing, especially for

I follow the rules. No name. No address. Meet in

to hear it. Have

to weed out at the e-mail and messaging stage. Only

looks intrigued.

of times before we agreed on a date. He had a beautiful speaking voice, all honey and cream. Y’know, a Richard Burton, or Morgan Freeman, or Alan Rickman kind of voice. But when I met him, I knew instantly that there

his head. “Instantly?

body language. I made a point of sitting on the opposite side of the table from him, but he moved across, all but pinned me into my seat.

“What did you do?”

been nice…. which it hadn’t… and

really a screwball, or if it was just

name or where I lived, he did have my mobile number. The messages started coming in within five minutes of me leaving. They were polite enough at first, but when I said

“In what way, strange?”

odd; revolting actually. I’m pretty broadminded, but I wasn’t interested in going the places his mind roamed. I don’t know if he imagined it was some kind of seduction technique, but it felt like stalking… I changed my phone number in the

course. Not at all. But after an

“Not everyone’s like him. And I’m not afraid of men in

How do you know that a man you meet like this isn’t a psycho in disguise?

of us know that? How do you know that the woman you meet in the theatre, or the library didn’t just walk out of ‘Play

“Point taken. I exercise my judgement….

“So….?”

if you and I hooked up, this would be strictly a casual

to be tied at the hip. I like a bit of

dreams of white

“White horses?”

armour, come to carry you off for happily-ever-afters in

I laugh. “Not me.”

this

profile says you just want to pass by every few weeks… and