Alan Catlin

The Introduction

After the initial exchange of names,
if she liked the way you looked,
she’d put her other hand, not shaking
yours, on your thigh, stare into 
your eyes, move closer as she held
a look that suggested you could be
more intimate with her than anyone
else ever could, ever had been, might 
move in closer still, briefly lick your
lips then step back and wait for your
next move; no matter what happened
next, it was going to be your fault.