I made the rounds, talked with friends, and toward the end of the evening there he was suddenly in front of me. I think he was actually on his way out, saying his good-byes. He caught my eye as I stood just to the side of the door leading out of the kitchen, came up to me, kissed me and told me to "behave yourself." He casually walked out the door, and I think my knees almost buckled.
While I held no real aspirations of ever having anything serious with him (let's face it, I later learned he was a bit of a ?slut), he still provided fantasy fodder for most of my year in Mexico City. A few parties later, I actually had a chance to sit and chat with him about his life and his work; also his psycho girlfriend as he stated he'd actually climbed out a bathroom window to escape her and come to this party. Eek!
Anyway, we danced that night to this song... And, I never hear it without thinking of him and that lustful year... wonder where he is now... back in England... wonder if he's still catlike sexy... grr, baby...
1 comment:
He's probably a respectful father of 4 with balding thin hair.
betty
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