The room became hushed. I looked up and there in the doorway was a semi-god. Tall, stunning, black hair, blue-gray eyes, a profile of a young Adonis. No smile lit his face. It was like he was just accepting his due. Saying wordlessly, “yes this is my world and I am king!.”

He stood for a moment in the doorway. I could tell that he was used to the attention, used to quieting a room with his presence. Slowly his eyes looked around the room, perhaps to see if he knew anyone of importance. He nodded at the maitre’d as the man started to lead him to his table near the far wall.

Heads turned to follow him. Slowly he walked through the restaurant, neither looking left nor right. As if the room was empty of us other lowly diners. No doubt the man was easy to  look at. His confidence a cloak around his shoulders. With effortless grace he takes his seat  and patiently waits while the waiters flit around him like black winged birds.

I look around the room at the faces of the men and women. Each and every one of them staring at the young man with either envy or lust in their eyes. Me, I felt neither. It was like watching a well rehearsed play. Yes, the actor was handsome, but the play was a bit too well done for my taste, too practiced.

No one got out of their chairs to talk to the man. Some maybe wanted to. But there was a ‘no trespassing’ sign unwritten but very well read to the man. So I watched for a few minutes, finishing my excellent dinner. Then I could stand it no more. I stood, and started slowly moving towards the stranger.

As I passed the tables I could feel eyes turn to me. Then soft murmurs as I never wavered in my approach. The Adonis slowly looked up from his reading of the menu and watched my approach without blinking. He never gave a hint of his thoughts as I grew nearer. Stopping at his table we stared at each other for just a few seconds.Then I slowly bent towards him.

One hand braced on the table and one hand gripping the back of his chair I lean towards his nicely curved ear. My lips almost brushing his skin. I whisper softly……..”Your fly is open!”.