Taken unawares, he’s suddenly standing there….that gorgeous pirate’s, face splitting smile. I feel caught off guard, completely vulnerable. He moves close, leans in. I can smell him.

“What is it you want from me?”

I try to look away, but I can feel him, feel him waiting.

“What do you have to offer,” I say, then he shifts, uncomfortable, perhaps embarrassed, and with nothing left to lose, I hold his gaze, speak the truth.

“Listen, I don’t care about the beautiful young girl I’ve seen you with.

I really don’t care….and if I do, well, it’s already too late. It was always too late”