Even though he sees wedding rings on the twosome sitting at the bar interacting so sweetly, hanging on every word like it might be their last, interrupted by kissing, he knows in his heart they didn’t give those rings to each other. There’s a certain air about scenes like this which are rife with too many telltales, and they tell your friendly bartender he’s part of a tryst. (Which he doesn’t much care for.)
And how does he know this?
There’s the constant checking of the time of night by one or both parties, there’s the leaning in with whispered words so special they can’t be made public (married couples don’t do that), there’s the surreptitious cell phone calls coming in and going out, usually handled with a rolling of the eyes to indicate, “Sorry, gotta take this,” and finally there’s the exit which they carry out separately. The real giveaway. They leave in stages so as not to be seen as they walk up the stairs to the street, as they make their way to the lives that await them at home. Or their next stop on the tryst.
Now I mentioned I don’t much care for this thing, being part of a so called tryst, so let me explain my stance so you know where I’m coming from. Because it’s not that I want to judge these people as I have no right to do so, nor do I have any knowledge of why they have come to be lovers. They have their reasons. And I’m just a guy who serves them their drinks and steps away. But I’m also a guy who’s been down this road on the lousy end of a cheat, and I know the inevitable pain that comes with the outcome. That said, my thoughts always drift to the person at home because that’s where I know the pain is, and somehow I feel connected to this as accomplice. Which I know is crazy. I have nothing to do with “this thing going on”, I’m not doing the cheating, but I can’t help having those feelings whenever I serve them. When I, in making them feel at home somehow give my blessing. Which is even crazier. But I am who I am and I can’t help having those feelings.
However, I recently had a couple at the bar who gave me a new perspective, and who managed to spare me those feelings of guilt but only because I didn’t know they were trysting. That is until the ending. For up to that point they had shown me no signs, never acted like each moment counted, just talked and drank unremarkably much like a married couple. And their rings said there were married! They had freely at first introduced themselves (let’s call them Jack and Kay) and they even ate at the bar which is clearly un-tryst-like. For food as you know takes time away from kissing and all that leg rubbing, the kissing and all that leg rubbing these two didn’t need. They were just happy to be there. With each other. Though they did slip in some kisses in between courses.
But then somewhere toward the end of the night, after a good three hour run, everything got all weird and very unmarried-like. The whole scene changed. They both got involved in some personal calls, a whole bunch of whispering took place, and all of a sudden I felt like I was in a Bond movie. That’s how covert it got. And the coup de gras was the fact that they made separate exits.
“Is Kay coming back?” I asked of Jack, having not seen her back at the bar for at least ten minutes. I thought she’d simply gone upstairs to the ladies room.
“Ah, no,” Jack said, rather seriously, “Kay is gone now.” Then he paid his bill, left a massive tip, and stood at the bar til the call came in he’d been waiting for. “Yes, I’m ready,” he whispered into his phone, “bring the car around front and I’ll be right out.” Then he closed his phone, shook my hand and walked out. Like a man under cover.
Well I’ll be damned! I thought to myself, as I watched him run up the stairs, I guess this Jack and Kay are not what they seem. This was more than dinner and drinks this was a rendezvous. And those two are lovers! Which brings me to the judgement part I said I wouldn’t do here.
Though I’m not condoning the act of cheating in any way, shape or form, I’m also not inside some person’s head. Which means I don’t know them. Not really. So I really don’t know why these two came together or why they are this kind of couple, but I do know that love finds its way unmindful of consequences. And this couple seemed in love. Not so much by the pawing and kissing which most people do while trysting, but by sharing, talking, enjoying just like… well, a married couple. All night long. And since I don’t have the words to describe their dilemma, for surely there must be some pain there (they’re not even able to walk out the door as a couple), I’ll let the song at the end of this post try to put that pain in perspective. Which means, soul mates don’t always find each other the very first time around, but when they do that force is almost unstoppable. And that’s none of my business.
See you next week-end, dear reader, try and have a good one.