A vendor took me to the Bulls - Mavericks game last night. We had seats right at the end of the tunnel where the Luvabulls come out on to the court. They come and go about 4 times, each time in a different outfit.
Sometime in the 2nd quarter, I was returning to my seat and had to walk past the entrance of the tunnel. I was looking one way, my soon-to-be second wife was looking another, neither of us looking where we were going, when at the same moment we both turned and walked right in to each other.
We both did the pretend "Oh my, I’m sorry… " thing, when in fact it was clear we both shared that Moment of Destiny moment, the one that makes your heart squiggle, like in high school when the Very Cute girl in your Pre-Calc class slips a note into your hand, written on scented paper, folded into a heart as you leave class?
My left arm rubbed directly on to her firm inviting chest (clad in the silkiest white midriff-y top, with a sequined Bulls logo stretched across), she smelled faintly of a scent I think only exists in two places - her bosum, and heaven. Laughing, and at the same time apologetic, she took hold of my right arm, clearly impressed by it’s firm, tight muscularity, looked me straight in the eye with her luminous green eyes and held on until we both felt people might be watching.
I let her walk by first, and in that last second of contact, she offered the sweetest “thank you” ever uttered, pulling me closer so she could be heard over the crowd noise. Later in the game (our seats were 3 rows off the court, only about 15 feet from her position), there were brief moments of meaningful eye contact. She would project her hopes, her dreams, yes - even her most intimate fantasies for us directly into my consciousness, occasionally winking. You know, THAT wink?
So, if one day I mysteriously disappear from here, that will be me and the Goddess, whose name I looked up the moment I got to work today but am not telling any of you in case you have notions to interfere, or mention this to Wife #1.
I will now retreat to the vacant room that I alone have access to.
