And I remember that you chose not to play that way with me. That I had searched for the twists of hair, the flash of olive skin, that perfect smile, and those irresistible eyes. But I m sure that it does not mean a thing. And although in the evening we happened to find ourselves at the same banquet table, one must not jump to any premature conclusions. You, like all the women in the room I m sure, were well prepared for the likes of me.
Women go to dance clubs to dance.
The script, of course, would have been quite well known to you, and the plot utterly predictable. Men, being men, want only one thing. I can perhaps take comfort in the unreality of the situation. A weekend of madness in an airport hotel. Four days of passion for the theatre of dance.