The Treasures

There are two ways for me to do parties. I am either slightly drunk, or I am desperately bored. 

That’s because of my small talk issue, if you remember. On that specific night, I was desperately bored. But then there was the glorious Los Angeles sweeping night views and the warmth of the night. And this very attractive man that kept appearing in my field of vision. 

I can read signals, so at some point, I told him to go get me a drink. Which he did.

He was tall, and strong, and he had one of these faces I love, beautiful and imperfect and rugged, with a kindness at the corner of his eye.

He had a little bit of a puppy vibe, too. I could feel he was just there, available, waiting for me to lead the dance.

The conversation turned out to be agreeable. There was a gentle attraction, and a flirt so imperceptible it was unclear if he was looking for a wild night of sex, or if just a breath at the back of his neck would have made his night. 

Or maybe he was trying to find someone to save himself f…