Hunt for Red
after a month or two
of a good friendship,
one romantic interlude could change it all.
Because,
even though the innuendo
was always there,
we never came out and actually said
what we really wanted.
Then suddenly,
I found myself
on a "date" with you,
holding your hand
in a darkened theater,
watching the suspense build up
on the screen
and feeling the sexual tension
getting ready to explode.
Until finally it did,
in your bedroom.
I guess it was kind of embarrassing
for us to lose control
like that.
And, even though you said,
we'd still be friends,
I can't help wondering,
if this will mean the end.
After what happened with the guy in See What You've Done, I had not been attracted to men with red hair for years. SJ changed that. We worked together in a department store and used to spend more time talking to each other on the phone then actually working. One night, we decided to go and see "The Hunt For Red October." He was reading the book, I love Sean Connery and Alec Baldwin. This was the night referenced in this poem.
I was right. We didn't remain friends. There wasn't a big blow out or anything but it was weird watching him date other women after we had been together twice. And then I moved to Madison so we lost contact. I haven't thought of him in years. He was a nice guy, he made me laugh and he was really good in bed so hopefully, he's making some lucky woman very happy.