Rhiannon

She was petite. Slim but not skinny, with small breasts, perfect dancers legs and long straight dark blonde hair that cascaded down to her back to her waistline. I thought she was beautiful.

She danced under the stage name of 'Rhiannon' (I guess she was a Stevie Nicks fan), but during the 6 months that I spent in Dallas back in '94, I spent so much time in that... um... gentleman's club, that we got to know each other quite well. She told me her real name (I have still not forgotten), what else she did for a living and even where she lived. I took her to the 4th of July Freedom Fest that year to see the Doobie Brothers, Fleetwood Mac and I think the Eagles. It was magic. Afterwards, in the car on the way home, she curled up on the passenger seat and went to sleep.

Strangely, we never became lovers, and I regret that to this day. Maybe she wondered what was wrong with me, why I never made a move. Actually, I wonder too.

Now, I wonder what she looks like, what she is doing, where she is. After all this time I wonder what I would do if we were to get in touch again.