As he spoke I noticed the tattoo on his shoulder that read, “I scream therefore I bleed.” On his other arm was a tattoo of the sun. I was curious as to why he chose those two items to be permanently placed on his arm, but forgot to ask as I was listening to him tell me he was going to be Peter Frampton or die. I told him he had better be Peter Frampton.
That is where he ended the story of his life. He must have sensed that I was nervous. I watched him get up and walk over to my side of the table. Bending down he gave me a kiss and returned to his side. Stealing a move from a Woody Allen movie he then said something like, “there, now we got that out of the way.” Reaching across the table he took my hand in his and held it there as we continued our conversation. I no longer felt uncomfortable or awkward. We sat at our table at the far end of the room until closing. As I listened to him talk I stared into his eyes. I wanted to see if he was genuine or not. I could tell he was being his real self, but that maybe not everything he was saying was true. Men who seem to have a lot of charm are usually compensating for something. I wondered what insecurities he as covering up. His mysteriousness kept me interested. When the bar closed we stood outside saying good -bye. He drew me into him with his hands. My body melted as his lips touched mine.