Our eyes meet from across the coffee shop. I just walk in and see the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in a long time. Long beautiful brown hair. Incredible green eyes. Wearing a pencil skirt and a fashion-forward blouse: form-fitting and low cut.
She is hot. And she knows it.
She just sat down with a friend? Colleague? Sister?
I sense an instant connection.
Wearing my jeans and my blazer, I order a London Fog and sit near to try and her hear her conversation. I hear her talking a bit louder. “Does she want me to hear her? Did she notice me?” I think.
“So he started massaging my shoulders!” she says.
“What? No!” says the colleague.
“He did! Honestly! You know how brain injury disinhibits people. Well, he decided to go to town. I mean, it started out feeling fine, but then it got really awkward because he just wouldn’t stop. No matter what I said,” she said in between laughs.
I smirked. I couldn’t help it. She knew that I was listening.