Animals have an intuition about danger. Men have “gut feelings.” I should have listen to mine. The first time I saw her, I knew she was dangerous. I could feel it, and it excited me. She was a predator, a tigress, a seductress on the hunt. A wild, untamable savage woman who destroyed men. She would destroy me. I saw it in her eyes the first time I saw her. She was walking by with her girlfriends, laughing and giggling She looked up, caught my gaze, and my world suddenly froze. A thousand feelings were expressed in blink of her eyes. She told me I was prey. She told me I would die. She smiled, releasing my gaze. My world rushed back into focus with the abrupt harshness of a slap in the face. I was sweating. I was afraid. I was excited as I watched her disappear into the crowd. I was reeling, trying to conceive a way to approach her, to find a clever, witty one liner to distinguish myself from the rest. I set my drink down. I couldn’t think of anything. I was spent.
Written May 13, 1998 Paris, France while sitting at a bistro