Last night, I met Hubby at a local bar. But before I could get to his table, a man stopped me. Tall guy, muscular. Nice face.
I had something he wanted to see, up close. He wouldn't let me go, until I showed him.
He made it clear, he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. He was totally focused on me, and his eyes were locked on my face like I was the only woman in the room.
Hubby could wait. This guy mattered. Because, for that moment at least, I mattered to him. And he was curious about me, in a way few men are, these days. Honestly, even though my husband was just across the room, I never even considered holding back. I gave him exactly what he wanted. And we both were satisfied.
Yeah, God bless the bouncer who cards a woman the week before she turns 40.