He saw her at the cafe, she with a cup of cacao and eating a cream cake,
he had a sandwich with cheese and ham. She looked up and smiled,
he knew she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Shy, as he was, still found the courage to get up and walk over to her
table and ask if he could eat his modest sandwich with her; she said
yes and they sat there in silence, just eating. Dimly he knew he had to
say something, but couldn’t, he couldn’t find the words, so he ate
the cup and saucer, the table cloth, serviettes and crumbs of her cake,
when he began eating the table, she told him to stop. Ice broken he said
he loved her, she said she loved him, not to waste time, they got married
in the afternoon. Found a hotel room and stayed in bed for a fortnight.
Made love in every position one could think of; they even forgot to eat.
Entwined they slept until a knock at the door, something about paying
for the room. For him was a welcome distraction, got up, had to go to
his bank he told her, two weeks in bed it stunk like a pig sty. Paid his bill
but didn’t enter their room, he was cured of love based on sex alone.