Carly was not the most striking of the wives who were not mine at the pool party, but she was super cute and I always felt a little spark between us. I had just gotten in the pool and was standing near the edge, trying to decide which of the little conversation circles to join, when she waded in next to me.
She elbowed me in the hip and nodded, a mischievous grin on her face, the early evening sun bringing out some green flecks in her eyes and making the smattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks glow.
“Hey you,” she said.
“Carly, what’s happening?” I replied. “I think the last time we talked was in this same spot, at this same party last year.”
“That’s right! I was about the same amount of buzzed last year too,” she said, indicating her Yeti full of rose. I had been drinking IPAs for a couple of hours and was feeling pretty loose too.