It had all started with mutual double-takes. There I was in a swanky hotel hallway in downtown Chicago... fumbling to put my key card in the door... when SLAM! I snapped my head around. A very attractive woman had emerged from the room opposite mine and closed her door con brio. Her eyes had met mine... we had both resumed what we were doing for a moment... then looked back at each other in a classic double-take.
Recalling that day... I can say that some kind of magic had happened: there was something in the way our eyes met that second time... held each other?s gaze for a few moments more than really necessary... followed by each of us self-consciously looking away.
Recalling the events of that day still makes my willy stand up and salute... a full nine years later.
After those double-takes... I remember thinking... now what? I am often at a loss for words in such a situation and was just about to say... ?Quite a solid door you?ve got there...? or something equally inane... when she giggled... ?Sorry... didn?t mean to startle you... luv...? in the most lilting British accent.
?No problem...? I said. ?I?m just a bit frazzled after a too-long flight from Phoenix.?
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