"Can I help you?"
He was about five six tall. Thin. His hair tucked into a 'Bluejays' cap. The name on his company coveralls said 'PHIL".
"Hi. I'm looking for Mike Darcy."
"Sure. Follow me." Phil led me between the machines to an office, up two steps, with windows overlooking the shop.
"Mike, fellow to see you."
"Thanks, Phil." He went away. "You must be Mr. Frank."
"Hello, John Frank, Motion Associates." We shook hands.
"I'm Mike. Did you bring the drawings?"
Phil was part of the next few meetings as we discussed the project.
As I left the fourth meetings I slipped him a note, 'Timmy's, corner of Huron and Wellington. Five thirty.' It's a coffee chain, Tim Horton's.
I looked around the coffee shop. He was at a table by the windows. I gave a one finger signal and went to the counter for a double double.
"Am I late Phil?"
"No, I'm early. And John, when I'm not at work I prefer 'Phillip'."
"Sure. Phillip it is. Worked long for Mike?"
Phillip's blond hair was thick and cut to the nape of his neck. He had little heart shaped plastic earrings and a silver chain bracelet on his left wrist and two silver rings on the index finger of his right. Of course at work he'd been jewelry free. He wore a short sleeve button down shirt with the top two buttons undone and painted on dove grey jeans. Nice!
We had a nice 'get to know you' conversation. Turns out he's thirty two (I'm forty one), has his own apartment, and is a non smoker.
This is looking good.
"Tell me Phillip, have you ever sailed?"
"Oh, gracious! Not in ages. I took sailing lessons one summer and sailed a bit on other people's boats a few times since."
"Would you like to come for a sail Saturday?"
"Well, that sounds interesting."
I asked him to meet me on the deck of the yacht club at nine, and told Marla, on security I was expecting him.
Well! Snug blue pink and purple printed shorts, 'Brick House Beer' T and pink tennis shoes. Just two cm rings in his ears, and wrap around silver sunglasses. A 'Bluejays cap to complete his look. "Well, don't you look like a proper little sailor. Ready to go?"
We were soon well offshore, gliding along on a close reach in a gentle breeze. Long deep water swells, blue sky, puffy white clouds. The Gods were happy. I set the autopilot.
I slid closer to Phillip. "Nice, isn't it?" I slid my hand over his shoulders, he turned his head and closed his eyes.
Our first kiss was sweet and gentle. And our second. Out third was quite warm. I slid my hand up his thigh.
"I know what you'd like, Phillip." I rubbed his bulge. "Why not take off your shorts?"
Giggle. "Is that an order captain?"
