He Walked Into the House to Find Me Playing with a Barrel of Monkeys
It was love at first sight.
I picked them all up, arm in arm, one by one. They embraced into a garland of monkeys. I was determined to use my patience to get them all before they crashed to the ground.
A conversation starter to say the least.
Who was this guy with ringlet hair and eyes like the ocean?
Echo was a friend who lived about an hour and a half away near a lake in the middle of nowhere. She called the night before, inviting me out to stay for the weekend, and she was having a party. I went there every few months to escape the city life. She also invited her friend Dan, who was leaving to work up north the next day. Dan brought the curly-haired, gorgeous male Greg, who had just arrived in town; they would fly to their jobs up north the next morning.
Intrigued by my monkey-playing ability, I don’t think he noticed anyone else was in the house, and the chances that he would even land at this party seemed slim.
He told me about his divorce, and we sat and talked for hours while the rest of the party moved to the kitchen, as they so often do. We discussed traveling and how I had returned to the city earlier that year after spending time with my family down east.
