Monday, January 30, 2006

Two Nights

Two nights couldn't be more different even if the circumstances were so similar. Both were former co-workers of a friend. I flirted with both at events celebrating something. With one, however, the intent was clear, direct. We were going to fuck and that was that. There wasn't much get to know you talk. I couldn't delve deeper than his hard on. With the other there was subtlety. In the back of our minds we both knew where we would end up, through the talk of what women and men want, the flirtation of placing his hands on my hips, the long subway ride to his apartment. Maybe that was the difference. One letting me into his space. I could see photographs on his shelves, open his refrigerator to see what he ate, what soap he used, what books he read. He slept for a short while and I learned that he snored. He asked me to stay and wouldn't have minded but I needed to return home. I would leave behind my smell on his sheets even after I had stepped into a taxi to take me back to my world.

One of the two called me. He ran into my friend. Sought out my phone number and called. That implies the possibility of another encounter or maybe working backwards and speaking about things outside the realm of sex. And yet when I saw him in person , he would barely say two words to me. It didn't bother me but it struck me. It would have been better if had just let that night be that night with no follow up phone call. We would have seen each other again, greeted one another with knowing smiles and keep on.

I didn't leave my number this time but he did ask me if I had his as I walked to the taxi. I will admit to being too exhausted at the time to stop and write it down and part of me regrets that ( I also couldn't find my apartment keys) But at least he asked. He said he had my number. I don't know if he will use it or if we will run into each other at an event and smile knowingly at one another before keeping on.


Blogger Debra said...

Awwww. I don't know what else to say. But been there, done that.

1/30/2006 02:22:00 PM  
Blogger Pomegranate Queen said...

I always cherish that taxi (or subway) ride back to my's just go for the ride, trying to forget or remember (or perhaps both) what happened the night before.

the phone number's so socially appropriate...but so unnecessary sometimes.


1/31/2006 10:08:00 AM  
Blogger Ms.Maegan said...

The worse is when you want that meditative taxi time and the cab driver will not stop freaking talking!!!!

1/31/2006 10:18:00 AM  

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