As soon as I saw her across the room I knew she was, The One. I had to get her number, ask her out, anything. She was gorgeous, captivating and there was just something about her that screamed, the rest of your life without me just isn’t worth contemplating.
“What’s your poison?” I said.
“Being approached by men with bad opening lines.”
“Touché. Can I buy you a drink.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m engaged.”
“Lucky man.”
“Not really. I don’t think I’m going to go through with it.”
“Ouch.” Still, another’s man’s broken heart was my good fortune. She was special and we could have something special. “So, I have a chance?”
“That depends. What do you do?”
“I’m a doctor.”
I lied, but all girls love a doctor. It’s the perfect mix of financial security and social freedom. For girls like this with her flawless good-looks, obvious penchant for expensive shoes and talking to strange men at bars while engaged, it was the only choice. If I’d told her that I was actually a car salesman, I wouldn’t have stood a chance. She smiled seductively.
“I like doctors.”
“Then, a drink?”
“Sure.”
How do you get someone like that from the bar to the bedroom in fifteen minutes? I didn’t know exactly, but that’s what happened. One martini, two mouthfuls of beer, a cigarette and a brief conversation about where she grew up (Cheltenham, I think), and we were in a taxi. Four and a half minutes later we were back at mine. The advantages of drinking where you live.
“This is crazy,” I said half-naked, while she ripped my belt off. “We barely know each other.”
“What do you want to know?” she said tugging at my jeans.
“I don’t know. Favourite TV show.”
“Mistresses.” Really. That told me everything I needed to know. “Anything else?”
“No, I think we’re good.”
We were naked and going at it like there was no tomorrow. It was passionate, raw, hungry and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. She had me. Of course, she was engaged, but she’d said herself that it wasn’t going to work out. I didn’t get girls like this and I certainly didn’t sleep with them inside thirty minutes. This was something special.
“I love you,” I screamed as we climaxed together (that never happens). She stopped and looked at me. Her hair was wild and her face red with lust. She kissed me square on the mouth and said.
“You stupid prick. You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know enough.”
“We’ll see,” she said and we fell down exhausted onto the bed.
I took her back to the bar and we exchanged numbers and then she left. Five minutes later and I rang her phone. I just had to see. It rang and rang and then eventually someone picked up. “Wood Green Chinese, how may I help you?”
