Your eyes meet hers from across the room.  There is electricity there, oh yes.  It’s a crowded party yet you still manage to connect.  Smiling, you make your way across the crowded room and make a small and light introduction.  In the back of your mind you are keenly aware that she is sizing you up even as you are her.

You suggest a bit more privacy and she leads you out to the porch.  The soft breeze has a hint of the sea and magnolias.  The moon casts shadows from the palms and fades the starlight from above.  Over the muffled sounds of the indoor partygoers you gently converse, the questions and answers flowing easily and without effort.  You realize there IS something here and you don’t want the moment to pass and so you ask the question.  She responds warmly, with unexpected enthusiasm.

The night is lingering on, the party is dwindling from it’s second wind.  It’s time to go.

“I’m so glad we met. I can hardly wait until Friday.”

Looking down, she smiles then raises her eyes to meet yours.  “Me too.  It’s going to be great.”

She turns and is gone in a whisper.

Friday comes and you can barely hold still in anticipation of what she will offer this evening.  The mundane chores of the day put an anchor on time and the minutes crawl by.

Finally, the time is here.  The night is all that it should be and more than you ever could have dreamed.  You sense that maybe good things lay in wait for both of you.  And now you must wait yet again.  What will your friends think of your new-found?  The next few days will be key.

You call on her the next day.  Warm regards for a pleasant experience are exchanged.  But wait, there is something about the conversation.  A subtle undercurrent of turbulence, of things not quite right.  Maybe it’s just your imagination or maybe…

As the days go by, the words weaken.  Realization sets in with a gentle thud.

There really is no surprise.  No shock. No anger.  Just realization that this is how the game is played, this is how the world operates.  No judgement of good or evil, things just are the way they are.

And that’s ok.  Because you will always have that one night, and it’s there for all to see – forever.

Maybe the fires will kindle yet again.  It has happened in the past so you may see them burn again in the days or weeks ahead.

Until then, it is time to find another gathering of like minded souls.

So, that is my take on guest posting.  Questions?