An oldie, but a goodie.

HELLO, ARE YOU MY LIGHT?

If you read this, which I am sure you probably do not, but just in case, then you would have seen a few posts ago that I am looking for a light that shines. If you don't read this, I mean, why would you? then leave the site, immediately. Anywho, the other day I found a spark. Actually, at first I was blinded with inebriation at that one party where I awoke in my car, but hey at least I was IN the car. I awoke the next morning to remember that there was a definite encounter. A sly fox had led me by the hand to somewhere, and I knew I had a most titilating conversation with her.

Who was she?

What did we speak of?

It eludes me, all day. Suddenly, a flash. Brown hair! Actually I believe I knew this all along. How on earth would I find this spark that I most certainly saw in the dark. Investigate. That's how. I could not return to the scene of the incident for I could not remember where it was. I did have some background on the girl though, I think I know where she works. That's the ticket, show up and see if a brunette recognizes you.

Slowly I climbed the stairs, first the top of the head, the forehead, the eyes, and what a pretty face, could this be her? Is this soulful vixen the very one I seek?
She looks right through me, guess not.

"Hello sir, how are you? Table for one?" she softly says. "Just the bar" I mutter, most definitely not her, I mean surely she would have remembered me. I slink into my seat and order up something cold and wet. I sniff around a bit, looking for the bronze beauty I may have well created in my head. Nowhere to be found. I sit back and try to reach the drunken depths of my cerebellum. Still nothing.

Such an elusive one, perhaps that's why it's so titillating.

Ah yes, there's that degenerate JohnWayne. Maybe he'll have the 411.
Who is she?

She's right up front. She walked you in.

Stunned I see her again, and something goes off in my head. "That is her!" I think to myself. Wow, I am amazed. Such a pretty girl, such a gregarious smile. Why did she not remember me? Did I make a terrible impression? Did she recall me and just not want to go any further in conversation? Hmmmm...

I sit.

Pretty soon she comes and sits at the bar when she's off with a friend. I remember him too. Perhaps they're lovers.
He sees me and invites me to join them. I walk over. I speak directly to her.

"Didn't I meet you yesterday?"

"Oh yes!, That IS you! Sorry I was drunk, and you looked familiar, but I wasn't sure."

"Not a problem, I myself was rather intoxicated and was not sure if it was you either."

Later that evening, we sit alone at the bar.

I ask if I can call her.

"Anytime" she says...