A text from an ex of twenty years or more reads,
Fancy dinner? In town for a night. Alone (finally).
and she does. New top, neat shoes, lipstick. A photo of the two of them outside their university halls. A black cab, so she arrives unruffled.
He is pure charm and fine lines that crease deep with a smile.
After martinis and starters, Burgundy, mains and pudding, another cocktail, then coffee, she remembers the photograph in her bag.
It looks smaller in his hands and staring, fondly, he says,
Were we really this young?
then,
Were you really that hot?
So sharp you are on the foolishness of the male - another gem.