Not a Disco Type, and Seemingly Alone

True confessions.

So there was the terrible summer Milady left me. Only for a while she said, but then she got a job and extended her stay and I wasn't all that sure she'd come back...

...and there was this new disco in town that I went to check out even though I was not into disco a-toll. Heavy smoke, polyester, loud music, mirrored ball... crowded...

After checking the place out, I noticed a woman at the bar. (One of the bars.) Very nice-looking, my age, not a disco type, and seemingly alone.

This was before liquor-by-the-drink and you had to bring your own bottle the first time and join the club, else you were stuck with beer.

I can't remember exactly what I used for an opening hello, something innocuous, but she smiled and I asked what she was drinking - and when she said tequila, I right away asked her to "buy" me one.

We left the disco and just hung out that night - she was smart, charming, beautiful, and apparently liked me. Then we became... close friends, by the second date. My one and only successful meet like that.

Then she moved away. It was a close thing; I almost moved away with her, but...

It would never have worked. We were both Leos. (heh) My Destiny lay elsewhere. But, memorable several weeks.

After that, I flew up to retrieve Milady and re-start our lives and have our kids and grow old together.

When you come to a fork in the road, take it.