How It Started

It was one of those things,
That you HAVE to attend.

I saw her,
Across the room.

Or,
Maybe,
She saw me,
First?

Later,
At the bar,
(a free and open bar),
We were standing,
Side-by-side.

Rum and coke.
Scotch and water.

Discovered,
Neither really wanted,
To be there.

But HAD to be there,
Office politics,
(you know how that is).

We chatted,
About this and that,
The weather,
The awards show,
The other night,
(in his briefs?),
Books,
Movies,
Books made into movies.

The book was,
Written clumsily, childishly,
The movie just wasn’t,
What it could have been,
(two more to go),
But the subject.
We agreed,
Worth exploring.

We’d been there,
Long enough,
To pay our dues.

She bent toward me,
Whispered in my ear,
“I’m not wearing any panties.”

She blushed,
As she whispered it.

I smiled,
Offered her my arm.

We put,
Our now,
Empty drinks,
Down.

Strolled,
Quietly,
Out the door.