At a church rummage sale, of all places. Not our church, mind you. Most likely no one paid me much heed. I certainly hoped that was the case.
A casual, cheap introduction – two bits, in fact. With not more than a glance, I picked him up, took him home. Was it his clean smooth exterior and really great condition that first caught my eye? Were they merely the cover for a man of keen intellect and scintillating depths?
As quickly as it began, I was intrigued, enthralled really. I wanted to know everything about him, even if he was an ex-jock with whose life would hold little common experience with my own. His quirky sense of humor would light up my summer days (and a few nights, too).
I longed to know his life story. Why, oh why, was it he went rushing to the aid of as former lover after a single beckoning phone call; with not so much as a passing thought to the complications involved, much less the danger. What kind of back story could possibly explain that devil may care approach to life? I wanted to know; I needed to know.
Soon followed a second rendezvous, then another and yet another . . . at the library, in the bookstore, even online!
His life spoke volumes – detail after detail was revealed of the journey that had lead him to the present. I hung on his very word. It was, quite simply, summer escapism on my part.
But now it is over. I will look back on this summer of fun with no regrets. Even as I have heard the last of his adventures, I remain quite fond of him.
Mildly amusing, moderately moral, magnificently plotting Myron. Oh me, oh my, run!
Postscript: The form of this post was inspired by the next book I read.
You can see a review of it – here on Goodreads.