"Well let me show you out," he said, not hiding his disappointment. It was the first time I'd seen him look so undramatic all evening.
I followed the trail of his Kimono to the door, wary that at any minute he might suddenly feign fainting, like the opera version of Mimi, and expect me to catch him as he fell.
As he opened the door he said, "I'd like to see you again."
It was with some relish that I noticed that Nessun Dorma was playing in the background. Puccini�s story of an ice queen who beheads male suitors who can�t work out a riddle. Calif sings about how he will solve the riddle and win the hand of the ice maiden, without losing his head.
As the tenor reached his thunderous climax, 'I Shall Triumph', I automatically replied to Kevin, "I'll be on the net" - the equivalent of, 'I'll call you.'
Descending in the lift was no relief. It was now dark and the waves crashed dramatically against the floodlit cliff. I was reeling as much from the descent to the ground floor as my little experience with the opera queen. It was all clear to me now. His apartment, the couches, the opera were obviously all part of a very clever ploy to get into a man's pants. The spilling of water was also part of the routine. He probably did like coffee but had pretended he didn't in order to use a non-staining liquid for his couch trick.
I had to wonder how many other men had scumbed to Kevin''s dubious charms. At least I could say, with some irony, that I had survived Kevin's operatic man trap because I was a Callas Queen!
