Me: recently turned 30 year old bi woman with a tendency toward shyness in public
Her: a 26 year old bold young woman with a true spirit for adventure.
We met at a photography class through our local arts center. She caught my eye the moment she walked into the room. Shoulder length red hair with green eyes and an incredibly fit body. The jeans she wore seemed to be literally painted on her legs.
For a moment, I thought that she had caught me staring, but I quickly averted my eyes when she looked my way. Either she didn’t mind or she didn’t notice because next thing I knew she was settling into the seat next to me.
The scent of her perfume immediately filled my nostrils. I usually find most perfumes overbearing and offensive, but her’s was subtle and floral, an enticing and inviting aroma that seemed to brighten up the space around her.
I fought the urge to scoot my chair closer to hers, to bathe the intoxicating aura that she was exuding.
Instead, as the rest of the class settled into their seats, I mustered a small amount of confidence and turn towards her, extending my hand.