Where I Was In the Seventies

I stood before the mirror, one last check, a quick inspection, then head off to town, silver kipper tie around the neck, shirt of green, sports jacket of light brown. Platform shoes on, I boogie down the street, a first date to look forward to that night, flared pants flapped in the breeze around my feet, and my jacket lapels both jinked like kites. I patted my breast pocket to make sure my cheque book was inside there, just in case the night I had in mind costed more and ended up leaving me sat red faced. She met me outside Ramsdens, half past eight, I kissed her cheek and said how good she looked, went in the bar, got drinks for the short wait, eight forty-five I had our table booked. Melon boat for a starter, prawn cocktail, then chicken in a basket with some fries, two ice cream sundaes, wafers stood like sails, we ate and gazed into each other's eyes. Once the Mateus Rose wine was downed the waiter swiftly took our plates away, I paid the bill, got change from twenty pounds, the chequebook lived to fight another day. I saw her on the bus, a brief embrace, a kiss, for one second did our lips meld, she smiled goodbye, I tried to read her face, her eyes gave no clue what the future held. Though forty years have passed since that one date, my mind still recalls every detail now, I was told she'd someone else by my best mate, I pause and still remember her. The cow. 22nd February 2018 For contest 'where were you in the 70's ', sponsor Line Gauthier.