Stolen Goods
How could they say that I stole it? I didn’t even know that she had it. There, I was invited, with no pretense, only planning to get a few drinks, maybe a bit of food and conversation, and that was it.
I was interacting with the people around me, even though I knew very few of them. I tried to get close to those I knew who were invited too. I’m not a very outgoing person, despite what everyone believes. In interactions like these, I like to play within my comfort zone.
And that’s all I expected.
But no, then I was being accused of stealing it. It could have been the other way around. Who’s to say that it wasn’t the person I interacted with the most that night who was stealing it? Hers may have been a different one, but trust me, more than one was stolen that night. After all, they say it takes two to tango.
Needless to say, I had no way to defend myself. I had it in my possession. She had one too. There was no denying it. The deed was done, for whatever reason. Sealed with a kiss, one might say. They were stolen, and we both had to deal with the consequences.
Looking back on that night, it was both exciting and scary. What followed when we revealed what we had both taken on that Saturday night is just a memory etched in time. Stolen affections that we’ve celebrated every October 5 for the past 40 years.
