Here’s another writing prompt from Writer’s Write.
The first time I saw him was September 9, 2011. It was a Friday night. A friend gave me tickets to an art opening. I figured it would be a good excuse to get dressed up & drink wine. I still remember exactly what I was wearing – a black/white cocktail dress, my grandmothers jet beads & heels. I had recently reverted to my natural hair color.
I recruited a friend to come with me, not yet comfortable walking into a party alone. We mingled, we ate, it was nice to be out & about again. As we were sitting at a table, we were approached by an old friend. That’s what I love about living in my hometown, always running into old friends or acquaintances. We caught up for a brief time & drifted away toward other acquaintances.
I was standing at the bar, waiting for another glass of wine. As my eyes scanned the room, they landed on my old friend. He was talking to a man that I had never seen. I noted the dark hair, the well-cut clothes. He was certainly attractive. And then he smiled. I knew that I had to meet him.