I was out for dinner with a friend the other night. We were sat there talking about women and song, the normal kind of topics that two fellows like us talk about. It was a nice restaurant but the sort where the tables are a bit too close together for comfort, rather like the seats on a Sri Lankan Airlines plane. One of those places that most people wouldn't choose for a date or a romantic meal, as all close by would hear the sweet nothings being whispered into ears and other orifices.
This didn't stop the couple who were placed near us. They sat there and me and my mate couldn't help but do a tad of eavesdropping on their conversation. The guy was an average looking specimen but the woman exuded an air of sexiness, of poise and confidence. She was a bit special, he wasn't. As often happens in life, but perhaps he was hung like a horse, or an animal of similar proportions.
As a couple though they looked good together. They clearly weren't on a first date, or a second or a third for that matter. I'm not sure if they were married but they had the feel of a couple who had been together for about ten happy years. Familiarity with fun and laughter and total relaxation in each other's company. As they conversed and had some fun the chap said something to his partner that had a great effect on her. It was a word combination that described the way she looked brilliantly, but also had an effect on her. He merely said:
"You look painfully beautiful tonight".
And actually he was right. Me and P, my friend looked at her and talked about this afterwards. It was a perfect choice of words to describe the way she looked. Very beautiful, very sexy, very sultry and all in a way that most fellows would have found to be painful. Of course I mean nice pain, not that kind that happens when you staple your tongue to a wall or something.
We left them to continue with romancing and we carried on talking about whether Mitch Mitchell, Jimi Hendrix's drummer, was overrated or not.