Blankety-Blank

Even in semi-darkness I could see he was tall and handsome in a scruffy way. He left his door open and sat by the bed, looking back at me. I entered his room and locked the door.

Still seated, he wrapped his hands around my waist. I leaned down. Our lips found each other; our tongues darted here and there, exploring, thrusting. Our fingers followed suit. Pretty soon our towels were off and our bodies locked together, every inch of us feeling, probing the other.

He matched my every move, and I in turn matched his. Pretty soon he wrapped his legs around my waist and tightened their grip. Our bodies and our moans locked and melted into one.

* * * * *

Usually I leave immediately afterwards but this time I had to catch my breath so I stayed for a while. We ended up chatting.

Our interest in each other was polite at first, but later it shifted to something more genuine. I found it particularly easy to elicit answers from him. He stayed in a job for many years even though that wasn’t his first choice. Then he tossed that all away and moved to another field. When I asked him what he wanted in life, he joked: “I just want someone to love and who’ll love me and take care of me so I don’t have to work.”

“You need a two-income household to get by these days,” I played along.

“Well, do you know what you want?” he countered.

“I know what I like for the moment. And for the moment, I still like what I do,” I said. “And if I don’t like it anymore, then I move on.” Pause. “Just like in here.”

“So you come here just to fuck?” he smiled.

Mentally I did the McEye-roll Extraordinaire. “Yep, done. Unless you’re up for take two?”

Cut to take two.

* * * * *

“So where do you work?” he asked.

“Advertising,” I replied.

“Hey, my ex was in advertising.”

“Really? From which agency?”

The moment he gave the name of the agency, a funny feeling washed over me.

“Of course he’s not there anymore,” he continued. “He moved on to _______” and when he mentioned the second ad agency, I knew it.

“Is your ex named Blank?” I asked.

Oh, he was good; he was very good. His hesitation lasted barely a nano-second. Still it was a nano-second too long. “Blank who?” he asked.

“He’s the only one I know who moved from Agency One to Agency Two. And—surprise!—I too worked in Agency Two.”

“Oh so you know Second Blank.”

“Of course,” I said. “In fact I worked with Blank and Second Blank when I was in Agency Two.”

He shook his head. “Jeez, good lord. No wonder they say the advertising world is very small.”

And at that point I knew I’d be drawing a blank from him.