Love Is A Mystery

Noisy was good sometimes, it helped to clear the head from the busy days we all spent at the office. I hardly ever went home without taking a drink at the club. I had no one waiting for me home back then. Scotch was my favorite pass time. I sat at the counter and poured a few glasses down and then to the dance floor. Every one shook to the groove of the music, so I followed the lead like I always did. When every hand went up, mine too was bound to. It all happened like someone was teaching us some choreography. I danced until I came face to face with her. Good God, how could his creation look this good? There must really be a God, a professional sculptor. He had not forgotten a single ingredient during this work, I thought to myself. He had put in the fair and tall, the sweet looks and slender structure, and all the fine things guys required from a woman…..