We agreed to meet for drinks on a hot summer evening. On his way home from work, I could expect him to be dressed for construction work. As I walked from my car, I didn’t have far to look. He was sitting on the stairs. Smoking a cigarette he watched me cross the parking lot. He smiled. I smiled back.
We went inside and sat on the patio sipping our drinks. We made small talk while we sized each other up. I wasn’t sure about him but I felt a pull and wanted to know more. Once I started to relax I noticed his sense of humour and charming personality. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I felt myself being drawn in.
As we got to know each other over the next few weeks the attraction became stronger. I could feel myself being sucked into his life. I started to panic. Would I be able to extricate myself if I needed to? But, the more time we spent together the less panicky I felt.
We were polar opposites in so many ways I was certain we wouldn’t last. He was fascinating and unlike anyone I had ever met before. I wanted to know more. The closer we became the stronger the pull. Like a magnet, resistance was futile.