A siren story
We were out to eat. It had been a weird winter. We had broken up that spring and spent the whole summer apart, and then he dashed back to me when he found out I was dating a wealthy tech entrepreneur.
He pursued me with an energy he had never paid to me, not even when we were first dating.
He showed up at my apartment unannounced and sweetly talked the downstairs tenants into letting him in. He then knocked at the door with the dog we shared until I finally relented.
He came through the door crying and pulling me into a bear hug.
Thanking me for letting me in, begging me not to see the other man again.
My heart thudded into his.
He whispered into my ear,
"I can feel your heart thudding." Can you feel my heart thudding? I know you can.”
And he pulled my hand and placed it on his chest.
That was months past, just before Thanksgiving. Now, it was early February, and we had gone out to a local place that we didn’t often frequent.
The bartender was a very fit woman around my age, maybe a few years older.
She was thin and tiny and athletic looking. Her whole body was tight and well put together.
