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Cutting a dash

10am suited and booted. Suave and

Sophisticated with a keen eye for the ladies

And one lady in particular. A man on a

Mission, a man struck by love and in no

Mood to take no for an answer. A man

Who had everything save the one thing

He craved most - a beautoiful wife. He

Had chosen his beau-to-be and was out

To win her - today with any luck.


She had seen him too, a truly beautiful

Man. Can a man be beautiful I wondered?

Well, she thought so, this one was up there

In a class of his own in her opinion. A man

Of substance, a slick dresser with an Italian

Flair that left nothing to chance. A man of

Impeccable taste with a wallet of considerable

Celebrity said to be in need of a wheelbarrow

To haul it around in. All the attributes a man

Might require in his quest to attract and secure

A beautiful woman.


The Italian element was to be found in his

Wardrobes of which he had many and where

Power-suits of the very latest vogue, craze,

Rage, proliferated. His tailors where to be

Found in Rome, Naples and Bologna where

The finest fabrics were masterfully coaxed into

A la mode eye-catching morning, afternoon

And evening gentleman's apparel. A fashion

Somewhat reminiscent of the style once

Described as 1950s English. Crisp to a fault

And often to be seen in city banking and high

Finance circles, where elaborate, some might

Say arrogant, over-flashy dress was used to both

Signal elevated status and dissuade borrowers.


Flawless white shirt, tab collar, diamond pin

Sharp knot, sky blue waistcoat and fob ... A

Prelude to an opera of redoubtable distinction.

Oh, and the jacket and pants, an absolute joy,

Tight where tight was required and less so

Where a little accomodation introduced yet

Another classic dimension of Italian dress.


He had her in his mind's eye long before they

Met and when they finally did meet, albeit

At a distance he fell for her immediately. A

Formidable connoisseur of style himself he

Had a penchant for stylish woman. He could

Look at a woman and know precisely what

Was under each layer of dress all the way

Through to her flesh, often revealing a quite

Dazzling repertoire in terms of perfumery.


Bowled over? I'll say she was. They collided

By organised accident. Both knew where the

Other would be (their agents gossiped) and

Thus both had appointments at the same art

Gallery at the same time. Money alone was

Not enough for a man of such self-assurance

And breathtaking personal presentation. Such

A man must be surrounded by beautiful objects

And beautiful art and thus they met reviewing

A painting of a beautiful woman almost as

Beautiful as the one stood beside him.


Later in a hotel where the entrée costs more

Than the average man's daily worth, money

And style bloomed in abundance. Boxes and

Bags galore lingered in the foyer recently

Decanted from a stretched limo whose rear

Wheel arches were down to the tyres such

Were the number of purchases in a shopping

Spree high-end retailers will never forget.

Whilst at the desk, an abusive sum of money

Secured the penthouse suit for a month.


A profitable enterprise for all concerned when

Cutting a dash cuts two ways. Two lovers who

Matched each other perfectly she had as much

Money as he and she too had a liking for style.

Did they live happily ever after? Of course they

Did, sex, style and money an almost faultless

Combination. They did however, occasionally

Stray from the nuptial couch for nights of

Heated exuberance - but I'll tell you about

That another time.

© Joseph G Dawson
28/03/2019 and earlier

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