The man in the maroon shirt: Miami Diaries

I was at this plush club in Miami, slicing the nite life step by step..Leaning over the balcony of the second level of the club, and he was right near me..the man in the maroon shirt. His cologne or was it his perfume..it was teasing my senses..He was downing his peg of mojito, and swaying to the beats..and somehow..I was attracted to him. Cupid had almost shot the arrow, I was feeling the pangs.

I kept stealing glances at him..I didnt want to get caught staring at him..married women do not lech, do they!! But it was hard to resist him..he had that quality in him somehow..to attract me.

He was superb on the small makeshift dance floor he seemed to have created for himself, and I was going weak in the knees..what was happening to me. I took a even larger swig of my drink and lit up yet another ciggy....I could not believe what was happening to myself. Was I getting too drunk, with just two pegs..maybe I was.

I wanted to touch him..feel him..right then and there,, but I did not know the Latino dance moves which he is so good at...what do I do. I kept swaying to the beats and stealing glances at this man...he was literally driving me crazy.

And then it happened..guess he must have realized how I was stealing glances at him..and maybe how I was aching to be in his arms...to get all wild with PDA...he volunteered to teach me salsa..or was it meringue...my memory is sketchy and shady..his voice was heavy and sexy...I was gone!! I fell over him like a smitten kitten...unable to match the moves with him, although he was a patient teacher with an intoxicated married female like me.

I was high...it was not the two pegs..it was him...who had intoxicated me..It just wanted him to wrap his arms around me..smother me with a few stolen kisses, whisper sweet nothings in my ears...but isnt that what teenagers do..I was almost happy being a teenager again..It felt good that there were still some drool worthy men left...Miami surely rocked.

I tried to busy myself in random dance moves, my mojito, and ciggies, but why could not I just stop admiring, leching, staring at the man in the maroon shirt!!! Why was he so attractive?

I cherished every moment that he held me close to him, stole in kisses amidst the semi darkness enveloping us all around..it felt good to fall in love with the man in the maroon shirt...all problems in my life seemed to fade away at that moment..as he was almost driving me crazy literally. I was not bothered about the world..time had almost stopped for me...and I was like living a dream.

I know we often regret the decisions we make in life, when things go wrong..I have also cribbed and cried and regretted...but it felt great to fall in love again, with the man in the maroon shirt..the man who drove me crazy on that night in Miami, just like the way he drove me crazy when I was a teenager in school..it felt good to be in his arms.....The moment made me feel proud of being married to the man in the maroon shirt for over an year. Amidst all the blues we have been together, its these special moments which make it worthwhile....no matter how much u fight with each other, when you still feel like falling in love with the same person again and again..u know theres hope, as there is love. Let Love conquer!!!!