Homerun2611
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I listened, she was clearly nervous as she spoke, her eyes looking at me, then away and then done, only to catch my gaze again. My eyes? Kind eyes? I felt myself deflate, feel silly almost humiliated. What I had expected to hear I don’t know, certainly unrealistic, but I hoped for something more profound, some great cosmic reason that had made her certain, I was the one. I knew it was the silly romantic in me, certainly not the attorney.
She had visited directly with others, including a woman. Was she potentially bisexual, or in reality did attraction have nothing to do with this relationship. He felt very silly for thinking there had been chemistry at their initial meeting, maybe for him, much less likely for her.
I need to get my head out of my romantic ass!
But...then why had she kissed me, been so aggressive at the moment, a cat in heat....and then all the embarrassment now. Maybe she had sensed his attraction and responded. God, had he been that obvious.
I had lost track of her talking, she had summarized the lesser candidates, summed them up as a less than appealing lot. He was feeling like the tallest midget, or best looking guy at an all girl’s school. Face it, there had been nothing about him that she had really felt special about, she had just been lonely and he had made an overture.
She described seeing him, but not talking to him, again with the eyes, a kind smile, a human golden retriever. He was a little insulted, he wanted to be attractive as a man, to a beautiful woman, guess not. Excuse me, but I am in pretty damn good shape too, and the facial structure isn’t exactly grotesque. Suddenly it resonated, “The supermarket, the pretty girl in the cart, casually dressed, two to three items in the cart, I politely said hello, you ignored me, a smile that said’kiss off’, that was you...”, I laughed, “...charity involvement my ass, you tracked me down, stood behind me, and didn’t say a word”. I was a bit angry, felt oddly violated, I couldn’t say why, but she could sense a bit of anger.
Then she finished, there it was, eyes, smile aside. It was pity, she pitied me. The ultimate blow to my pride. I probably, Hell I definitely needed pity, but I hated this. Any sense that she felt lust and desire for me faded away. Like the almost kiss never happened. I didn’t ask any more questions. I wallowed in my own self pity, for the rest of dinner. The steak was great, the entire meal excellent. I was fortified and set to give my pint when she was ready. Then he remembered the dance. I owed her that, but I felt nowhere like the leading man I had felt earlier, ready to sweep her off her feet and into my arms. As Nolan came back in, he sensed the change in the mood. The sexual tension had relaxed if not gone to sleep.
I got up, and helped her out of her chair. No arm around her, “would you still like to dance.” I was hesitant, treating her like a client, rather than the almost lovers of so short ago. I took two steps, heard nothing, and felt something snap. I turned around, grabbed her by the shoulders, she was wide eyed, and I leaned in and kissed her, closed mouth, but firmly, yet softly. I felt her lips soften, her body melt into me, at least that was something. We held the kiss five, ten seconds, I felt her lips parting, and figured she wanted to break. How awkward would it be when we did? I broke and looked into her eyes, the shock was gone, perhaps some fire returning? I dismissed it, stop romanticisizing. I didn’t give her a chance to talk. “Sorry, but I really do want to dance, and I wouldn’t have been able to focus if I had not done that...let’s go dance”
She had visited directly with others, including a woman. Was she potentially bisexual, or in reality did attraction have nothing to do with this relationship. He felt very silly for thinking there had been chemistry at their initial meeting, maybe for him, much less likely for her.
I need to get my head out of my romantic ass!
But...then why had she kissed me, been so aggressive at the moment, a cat in heat....and then all the embarrassment now. Maybe she had sensed his attraction and responded. God, had he been that obvious.
I had lost track of her talking, she had summarized the lesser candidates, summed them up as a less than appealing lot. He was feeling like the tallest midget, or best looking guy at an all girl’s school. Face it, there had been nothing about him that she had really felt special about, she had just been lonely and he had made an overture.
She described seeing him, but not talking to him, again with the eyes, a kind smile, a human golden retriever. He was a little insulted, he wanted to be attractive as a man, to a beautiful woman, guess not. Excuse me, but I am in pretty damn good shape too, and the facial structure isn’t exactly grotesque. Suddenly it resonated, “The supermarket, the pretty girl in the cart, casually dressed, two to three items in the cart, I politely said hello, you ignored me, a smile that said’kiss off’, that was you...”, I laughed, “...charity involvement my ass, you tracked me down, stood behind me, and didn’t say a word”. I was a bit angry, felt oddly violated, I couldn’t say why, but she could sense a bit of anger.
Then she finished, there it was, eyes, smile aside. It was pity, she pitied me. The ultimate blow to my pride. I probably, Hell I definitely needed pity, but I hated this. Any sense that she felt lust and desire for me faded away. Like the almost kiss never happened. I didn’t ask any more questions. I wallowed in my own self pity, for the rest of dinner. The steak was great, the entire meal excellent. I was fortified and set to give my pint when she was ready. Then he remembered the dance. I owed her that, but I felt nowhere like the leading man I had felt earlier, ready to sweep her off her feet and into my arms. As Nolan came back in, he sensed the change in the mood. The sexual tension had relaxed if not gone to sleep.
I got up, and helped her out of her chair. No arm around her, “would you still like to dance.” I was hesitant, treating her like a client, rather than the almost lovers of so short ago. I took two steps, heard nothing, and felt something snap. I turned around, grabbed her by the shoulders, she was wide eyed, and I leaned in and kissed her, closed mouth, but firmly, yet softly. I felt her lips soften, her body melt into me, at least that was something. We held the kiss five, ten seconds, I felt her lips parting, and figured she wanted to break. How awkward would it be when we did? I broke and looked into her eyes, the shock was gone, perhaps some fire returning? I dismissed it, stop romanticisizing. I didn’t give her a chance to talk. “Sorry, but I really do want to dance, and I wouldn’t have been able to focus if I had not done that...let’s go dance”