A Meeting Of Minds

Dames…..

They can be so fickle.

It’s a lousy night, in a lousy town, in a lousy back street bar. My heart has that sledgehammer feeling, the one that numbs your whole chest.

Dames, they have a lot to answer for.

I sip on a cold gin and a shiver caresses my spine as rain meanders down the murky window panes, it’s a cold bleak night out there, though not as bleak as my heart. There’s just me and the barman, some soft jazz music that I hardly pay attention to drifting about in the background and I decide to get another drink, the fire as it slides down my throat giving me some comfort at least. The barman seems indifferent, like me he doesn’t want to be there either, he wants to be in the arms of a loved one on a cold night like this. I know the drink isn’t the answer but I get him to leave me the bottle and stare into the clear shimmering liquid, at least I’ll sleep later.

Then the door opens, the cold rainy night air streams in and engulfs my face, the barman looks up, we both turn and regard her as she walks in. The soft lights hide her visage in the shadows momentarily, she takes off her long coat, does the woman thing and ruffles with her hair as she walks towards the neon bar area, the lights accentuating her feminine curves as she gracefully strides over, her curvy hips swinging as she does so.

She’s an amazon, a full bodied goddess, I drink in her beauty and try not to make it obvious but she’s already clocked my gaze, I turn back to my drink and crawl back inside myself.

‘What would a curvy goddess like her see in a two time loser like me?’

I didn’t really catch a glimpse of her face but soon she is asking me for a smoke, I tell her I don’t indulge but she keeps the conversation running, I look at her, see her features framed by thick long tresses of dark hair – she has a face like I imagine angels to have but I sense something else about her. Leaning in close the bar lights reflect from her lip gloss, she wants to chat, it’s obvious – so reluctantly I play the game and pour her a gin.

I never was that good with drink, and soon I’ve loosened up, spilling my sorry life story out to her but she listens all the same, she smiles and I begin to lose myself in her spectacled framed eyes of hers. My eyes move around her ample contours, I feel I’m losing myself to her as my gaze rests on her cleavage, down over the sweep of her hips and resting on her large firm arched bottom as she leans forward to sip her drink.

Dames, curse them.

The time comes when I need to use the washroom, I shudder inside, the amazon is way taller than me, the moment of truth as I climb down from the bar stool. I look at her waiting for her face to change;

‘Don’t worry honey’ she states.

‘It’s a meeting of minds’ she purrs.

I look at myself long and hard in the washroom mirror, then splash cold water over my face from a grimy wash basin. I muse to myself she’ll be gone when I get back; I’ll have lost her to the rain soaked ebony night. Pacing up and down in the washroom I try and drag it out, avoid rushing back to the curvy creature that is beguiling me, try to look composed. Soon I can’t help myself and I’m heading back, heart beating hard, that jack hammer feeling that only a dame can give you.

The curvy goddess is still sat there, lustrous long dark hair draped over her shoulders, she peers at me over the rim of her glasses, her eyes twinkling brightly, her smile warmer than a thousand furnaces, her lips offering a thousand promises.

We talk late into the night, the bar man falls asleep and I leave a folded bank note in his hand as a tip. I realise as we take a cab back to mine through the dimly lit rain washed streets I’ve been talking to her all night and don’t know a god damn thing about her.

When we get back to mine I fix us a hot cup of java, she goes to do her thing in the bathroom but suddenly returns jangling some handcuffs with a wicked grin.

‘You left these hanging around in the bedroom honey’ she says in a seductive teasing voice
‘Shit’ I try and smile, hiding my embarrassment.

‘You like to play rough honey, you like a little fun?’.

‘I love the feel of these things against my skin’ she says swinging the cuffs with a glint of mischief in her full orbed eyes.

I guess we both wanted escapism that night … and we got it.

When I awoke she was gone, I expected her to be curled up next to me, my hand cupping, firming and stroking her ample curves as we both awoke slowly, our games to continue, our fires both burning into the day.

I sighed and smiled softly, thinking of our night of passion, an amazon and a little guy like me, having so much fun, my smile broadened as I recalled her words in the bar when I got down from the stool.

‘A meeting of minds’.

And it was.