A lot of men look more fit than they actually are.

Paul

She’s here with me now. We talk all the time. Usually, one of us does the talking and the other minds their business.

Right now, I’m doing the talking and I hope she’s listening.

I remember our first date; actually, I remember how I got you on our first date.

Love at first glance...more like lust at first glance. To tell the truth, I can’t put my finger on when I fell in love with you.

Definitely wasn’t the first glance, I’m not that easy! Atleast that’s how I want the readers to see me. Don’t ruin it.

Would you say you were a “fitness chick”?

-“No!”

Well, you used to go there a lot. But, you would just stretch for hours so I guess not.

I think you got to lift to be a “fitness chick”. Anyway, you looked like a brunette Sommer Ray.

-“Excuse ME?”

I know you think that’s crazy, but It’s true. You were effortlessly sexier than everyone else. Effortless, atleast that’s what I thought at the time.

-“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I was nobody, an extra in your blockbuster-film. You never noticed me...until that lucky Thursday.

Every time it rains on a Thursday, I get lucky. Actually, I’m not sure how true that is. It rained that Thursday.

You, black cropped shirt, black biker shorts that were tight enough to let your buttocks breathe.

I, nobody, a lucky nobody; watching from the distance, mind full of lust, body full of fear.

Usually, my fear defeats my lust. That wasn’t the the first day I had watched you but it was the first rainy Thursday. My lust was feeling lucky.

I made footsteps in your direction compassed by my libido. I approached, the battle between lust and fear raging ferociously within me. The higher powers had taken my body. I was a mere vessel set to enter your universe by lust-means.

I, the extra, was set for a speaking role in your film.

What was the first thing I said?

-“Umm...”

I’m honestly not sure; I wasn’t myself.

I remember what you said though; “I’m busy.”

You were frigid. My lust had taken me a long way but on hearing those words, the nerves launched a mind-numbing counterattack. I was speechless.

-“I’ve told you countless times! I was...never mind...go on”

I was walking away defeated by the counterattack of fear until I heard a strange but warm voice.

“What did you say ? Sorry I was on the phone.”; you said.

Your smile defeated my fear, I felt energized by your aura. That, and the fact that I saw you take a Bluetooth headset out of your other ear.

I regained confidence. Your presence was more than remarkable. Encountering you made me somebody.

It was written that we would take a walk after, so we would both catch up on the cardio we’d been missing(So we did). You, because you didn’t need it (I said); I, because I am a meathead (You said).

We walked through the urban village, for thirty-six minutes. I turned tired, you turned hungry.

You, proud, made sure to tell me that you could go on for much longer.

I, embarrassed, ignored the comment, quickly covering up by suggesting a nearby restaurant with great wine.

We arrived at the restaurant.

You, confident & sexy, sat at a table poised with your legs crossed and back straight, beckoning to me with your inviting eyes.

I started to get the feeling that I had to do everything Simone said, with or without words.

I joined you. It was an easy task.

There had to be chitchat in the background, clinking of glasses, clanking of cutlery. I’m certain there was, but my senses were tuned in 2 YOU. A divine frequency.

“What can I get for you?”. Your broadcast interrupted by an antsy waitress.

I opted for steak & white wine. You; “just a glass of Merlot.”

You must have noticed that I was beginning to worry about how you were overwhelmingly amazing at everything.

You; calmly, “is there anything you need to feel more comfortable?”

I; Doe-eyed, “I need you 2 Love ME :(.”

Simone

I’ve always said that I didn’t see you walking up, I also didn’t hear you; you always talk softly.

I was on the phone with my mother. She has a funny habit of calling when I’m busy. She’ll probably call while I’m typing this.

I won’t answer, I usually don’t...except when I have my bluetooth headset on, because I can’t see who’s calling. That’s why I answered the call that Thursday.

Also, I was going through a lot that day. The rain surprised me. To be honest, the weather is always a surprise to me. I never check the forecasts.

I was having trouble with school, so was feeling a bit stressed that day. Of course, I never let it hold me back; I had to do my two hours of stretching!

I’m sexy & I know it. So, a good amount of men ogle me when I stretch. Especially when I wear biker shorts. I look very sexy in biker shorts.

-“Oh...okay....I see you...”

That day, I was debuting my new black biker shorts from lululemon. They’re supposed to be weightless, which is important to me as a woman with curves. They lived up to the advertising; you’re right, I really felt like my buttocks could breathe.

I was walking outside seeking validation and just slightly gauging how good they fit my body. A mirror can only do one of those, ogling men can do both.

-*Choking-Laughter-Cough*

I was receiving positive feedback early on, so I continued to walk because I like walking and hey! validation!

It started to rain, surprisingly. That was upsetting but, the visual of me in wet biker shorts was very gratifying, judging from the ogling men.

I was lucky to have my denim jacket handy. I put it over the cropped shirt I was wearing, just to not be so hard on the men (literally).

-“You’re not putting that in there...”

Feeling myself & needing to get out of the rain, I decided it was a good time for my daily stretching. I walked into the gym and let’s just say I wasn’t ready...

-“Or THEY weren’t...”

Like I said before, I’m familiar with leering from men but, today’s was a bit much. I began to feel pressure because my male followers were getting confident.

Usually, they just glance intently, but that afternoon, the glances turned to gazes; a lot of gazes with strong, hard intent. Bluntly, they all wanted to fuck me.

-*coughs*

That in itself isn’t bad but, in my experience, men don’t take rejection well, maybe nobody does, but I’m usually not in a position to reject women, so I can’t speak on that. Men usually react poorly, which makes being the person in the position to reject them, problematic.

-“Well said.”

I usually don’t like or want to reject men because I know it hurts them. But then again, I’m sexy, many men want to fuck me, I want to fuck only a few of those men. The discrepancy caused by my natural selection makes rejection necessary.

-“I’m lucky, I know.”

Interestingly, I didn’t want to fuck you when I met you. I didn’t know you at all. You had a nice, nervous smile, but I’m definitely not that easy!

-“You don’t say...”

You were very kind and direct. You also looked strong and I figured that sticking to one man on this stressful day would slowdown the others. They would think that you were my boyfriend. Frankly, the more we talked, the more I thought that you weren’t a bad candidate.

A lot of men look more fit than they actually are; I suspected the same of you.

-“Excuse ME?”

I lied to you. I wasn’t missing out on cardio, I use to walk a mile everyday. Regardless, it was all flirty fun, not to mention a good chance to test my hypothesis; and hey ! I like walking!

-“...”

I don’t usually like talking, to strangers. But, you were giving captivating conversation: Flirty, authentic, informative...I was enjoying it.

I accepted your date invitation because we’d only been walking for twenty minutes and you looked exhausted. I had to mark my victory by calling you out. You weren’t as fit as you looked. Also, the restaurant you suggested had a good merlot collection.

I began to feel nervous when I realized that we were both sitting in a restaurant, on a date date, and you started to look disinterested in ME.

That’s why I asked that question. I was worried.

Because, all that was on my mind was; “I need you 2 Love ME :(!”

-“I love you”

-“I love you too”

The End.