Meeting The Man On The Couch

images-1Back around forty posts or so ago, I wrote about a man sparking my interest at the library I go to. (

I fantasized, mused and mustered over this reserved, well-heeled guy often seated next to me on the couch.

After months of sofa sharing, we actually met on the corner of 79th street and Columbus Avenue waiting for the light to change. That’s the thing about New York, you think it’s so big, but then you meet someone clear cross town as if you lived in Hooterville.

It’s funny how quickly I exhumed my flirt muscle that must have been buried in such shallow dirt. My voice dropped to a low simmer while my shoulders shimmied as I said, “Hi there, and how are you today?”

I kid you not when I say, he almost felt off the curb so stunned to be addressed. images-2Quickly regaining himself, he said, “I’m good…yeah…really good.” Not a bad save for someone in shock.

“I’m Susannah Bianchi,” I crooned in a celebrity voice I didn’t quite recognize.

“Tom (I’ll call him), Tom McKinley.”

“Hi Tom. I see you at the library all the time. You seem to love reading as much as I do.” Now my shoulders were swiveling so much they looked as if they needed oiling. Boy, am I out of practice.

“Oh yes,” he said, his voice a tad high for his age (late 60s). “I go whenever I have an hour to spare. I love it…yeah…really, really love it.”

Okay, now that we got that straightened out, I marveled how different curb life was from couch. He always looks so sad and mournful reading Greek, when now it’s as though he has a flask in his pocket with the top off.

Brings me back to the universal theory…things are never what they seem.

In the sunlight he was paler than wax, but with a smile that made up for it. It was clear he was no stick-in-the-mud after all, though short and a slightly stocky…kind of like a gnome in a Brooks Brothers suit, images-4but that impish quality has a certain amount of charm to it. At least my shoulders thought so.

My years on the planet told me, this funny, little fella had stories to tell.

Of course what else was gleaming in the sunshine was his wedding band…like a gold halo standing between me and my next move.

The last thing I need is to be the other, older woman. Been there, done that, and believe me when I say…as much as you long to murmur, let’s have a drink, before running out toΒ  buy that new dress you can’t afford…DON’T.

Do yourself a favor.

Take it from someone who could lecture on the subject.

After drawing a disappointed breath donning my best Connecticut drawl I said, “It was very nice meeting you Tom. Will see you in the stacks…well, you know what I mean?”

I’m not sure I did, but he gave me his best devilish grin, and was off.

I think what impressed me the most was we talked through a good 12 traffic lights.

At least I held his interest.

Not bad for a rusty Thingirl.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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18 Responses to Meeting The Man On The Couch

  1. micklively says:

    Is it that all the good ones are taken or is it that you imagine all the taken ones are good? πŸ˜‰
    A charming tale Susannah, thanks.


  2. hahahahaha too funny.

    And you know what else is funny? I actually know a Thomas McKinley


    • I always rename my characters…it doesn’t matter if I make a fool of myself, but we must protect those innocents caught in a writer’s snare…I can’t help myself…I take advantage of every situation essay wise. Thanks for writing.


  3. To be continued I’m sure …..


  4. Susannah, it’s great to hear updates on previous posts.
    And of course you held his interest! I’ve read your work so I know how interesting you are. πŸ˜‰ I’m sure you could gather quite the crowd if you ever got a soapbox and just started to talk on the street corner. πŸ™‚


  5. katecrimmins says:

    I can see those shoulders shimmying. You made his day! I bet he had a roll in the hay as a result (with his wife of course!).


  6. Elle Knowles says:

    Sometimes you just have to walk away! BTW – I couldn’t wait till my trip to read your book so I sat down yesterday and read it straight through! That last chapter was very moving – I wasn’t ready for that one. Left you a review on Amazon this morning. I think you could have a hit there! When and where will there be another?


    • Thanks for saying such nice things. Hope the last one didn’t upset you…it’s exactly what happened that day down to the last detail. I appreciate you writing a review…will go read now…I have another on a site called shebooks coming out on July 16th. Again, thank you so much. And yes, sometimes you do have to just walk away…or run may be more to your benefit.


      • Elle Knowles says:

        Didn’t upset me. It was just so vivid. I was in Louisiana at the time and yours is the first up close and personal take on the subject I have read. I feel I know you – and don’t really – and I got a more personal view than I ever have. Does that make sense?


      • Yes, totally. It was quite a day…one I’ll never forget. When I go downtown and see where the Towers once stood, even though now there’s The Freedom Tower, and the Museum…I envision all those people who just went to work like any other day. Straightens me right up and reminds me every day’s a grace.


    • Aww, just read your review…thank you so, so much πŸ™‚


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