Circa 2002
I was seeing a women a little more mature than myself for a few months coming off a divorce. We’d met in the gym exchanging glances. I had a thing for petite fair skin woman around the 130 mark at that time.
Probably had something to do with my ex. Big borderline Disney character size brown eyes and waist length straight strawberry blonde hair pretty much sealed my physical attraction.
We begin to chit-chat and within a week she asked me to run with her on the boardwalk. During what was a great afternoon she asked me to dinner that weekend.
She was laid back almost a little to direct but it was charming. I did sense quite a bit of reservation when we started taking about sex, which was cute but indicated a little vanilla.
Things progressed slowly, which is fine I was in mo hurry. At around the 6 week mark we began sleeping together. The first time a couple flags went up for me.
The inception of our physical relationship felt very rushed on her part. It began with a request for the lights to be turned way down. As in nearly pitch dark.