I’d just reentered the dating scene. I was awkward, nervous, unsure of the rules. Looking back, how stupid was I? I was on a business trip and she was showing me around town. It was nice and friendly and sweet, but we had talked a little about attraction. We had admitted desire and now she was in my hotel room, it was late. Were we were going to just play Scrabble?
I sat across from her, heart beating a little faster every time I looked up at those bright eyes and then down at that figure. It seems wrong to distill someone into one characteristic, I mean she was smart and quirky and fun, but it always comes back to those tits. It seemed like I spend almost every second near her trying not to look at them.
There were other charms, her eye for details that caught me off guard, her various knowledges and interests. She was awkward too, but in a different way and for different reasons. As time goes by and it is just a memory I remember the physical things, the way her lips made me swoon.