What series of random events brought us together? I turned around and there you were. My flush betrayed my instant reaction – how unlike me. Cool and distant are my hallmarks. Your stature and looks pressed all my buttons. I am affixed to the ground, unable to move even if I wanted to. And then you spoke. A rich wave of baritone washed the thoughts from my mind while pheromones coursed through my body. I swept the hair from my eyes, hoping that my mental fog would dissipate.You introduce yourself. Our conversation flowed effortlessly as if we had been close in our past lives. You are wed I am informed – a fact I subconsciously bury for the moment. Alone in my mind, the thought occurs that I must be crazy to consider the fantasy of you and I together. We rush to our master suite, breathless with anticipation. Compelled to disrobe, our freshly exposed flesh pressing against one another. We collapse in a tangle of bed sheets. A shower of golden sparks washes over my being. I am jolted back to reality as I know this cannot be – he belongs to another.A pure affair of the mind. Days later, the unexpected email. I don’t remember handing him my card. Do I dare go knowing how I feel and that he has a wife? The internal struggle unresolvable – I accept the invitation. After work drinks seem innocent enough, a public place. I am nervous and talkative – can he read me? After a few cocktails his barriers begin to erode. Wisely we duck out and seek a private place. It was better than the fantasy. Unforgettable. As our minds return it is clear this is our one performance. There are others to consider. We shall have our memories – an eternal flame. And the unresolved question: In different circumstances, could there have been an “us”?