The Greatest Love Story Ever Told

The room pulsed with anticipation. Smoke wafted in a thick haze but at the end of the bar her face beamed like a lighthouse guiding seafarers through the murky waters of a foggy night. While revelers focused on the main stage I made way to the vacant area near her. I placed my drink on the weathered oak bar scattered with drops of libation spilled in careless haste.

“Can I offer you one?” I asked.

“I was more interested in tonight’s event,” she brushed off.

Interesting, I thought. “My name is Jeremy. Let me show you,” I said.

I took her reluctant hand and led her through the crowd. We arrived at the front of the stage where my eyes were unable to hide surprise as she penned her name -- "Eileen" -- and mine on the list of participants. Her smile quelled my apprehension until the time came for us to entertain the raucous crowd.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

“It’s what I came for,” she was now determined.

This woman is crazy, I thought. “Ok,” I said.

I slipped my fingers near the small of her back, through the belt that completed the impeccable outfit that graciously followed the contours of her slight body. I placed my other hand near her shoulders and gripped her shirt. Her wink assured me of her readiness. And so it was...


















Love at first throw.



Note: No offense to the vertically-challenged is intended.

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