They say that the things you don’t plan are always the best, and I can definitely say that this saying was absolutely proven true that day.<\/p>\n
She snapped me out of my lethargy in that bar\u2014I was sitting there drinking coffee during a break from work\u2014the scent that beauty gave off and the sound of her heels as she walked. As she left, she looked at me and pierced me with a gaze that was somewhere between mischievous and curious. Irrationally, I thought I wasn\u2019t going to pass up the chance to get to know that stunning woman. I got up from my chair and went outside to see where she was headed; her magnetism was so powerful that I wanted to follow her\u2026 I wanted to get to know her better\u2026 but then I thought: \u201cWhat are you thinking, you crazy guy! You\u2019re going to scare her off\u2026\u201d And as I watched her walk away, I fantasized about her incredible curves. I lit a cigarette and said to myself, \u201cWow, I really love that woman.\u201d <\/p>\n
“You like it, huh!!! Hahaha,” the waiter said to me, to which I replied, “Who doesn’t?” He then added, “Well, she stops by around this time every day, you know, champ.” Anyway, I paid the bill and took off. Oh my God\u2026 that night I went to bed with aches all over and my head full of fantasies.<\/p>\n
Of course, the next day I couldn’t get that green-eyed brunette out of my head. It was impossible, and my subconscious led me back to the same bar because I needed to see her again. <\/p>\n
I arrived and stood strategically out of the way; I had to at least say hello to her. It was already past 8:00 p.m. and it was dark; it was a little cold, and I\u2019d been waiting for over half an hour and was starting to lose hope that we\u2019d run into each other again.<\/p>\n
Just as I was about to leave\u2026 yeah\u2026 it was her\u2026 she walked by and looked at me, so I raised my hand and said, \u201cHi!!\u201d She sat down and ordered a cortado. I mustered all my masculine charm and asked her, \u201cExcuse me, do you have a minute?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me, a little surprised, but a smile slipped across her face\u2026 (I think she liked me)\u2026 \u201cCan I buy you a cortado?\u201d\u2026 to which she replied: \u201cWell, okay, but what\u2019s this all about?…You were here yesterday too, weren\u2019t you?\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyway, I\u2019m crazy about you. I know it\u2019s a clich\u00e9, but ever since I saw you, I haven\u2019t been able to stop thinking about you\u2026 you\u2019ve got me spellbound\u201d\u2026 \u201cWell, I don\u2019t see any problem with us being friends,\u201d she replied with a smile. We spent a while talking and telling each other a little about our lives. <\/p>\n
From the coffee, we moved on to beer\u2026 I really wanted to kiss her full, red lips while she told me about her country, etc\u2026<\/p>\n
She asked me, \u201cWould you like a more discreet place than this?\u201d \u201d I replied, \u201cThe only limits I know are the ones you set for me\u201d\u2026 and amid banter and laughter, she confessed that she occasionally worked as an escort and had her dates with her special friends at a place where they rented some wonderful suites. Suddenly, the possibility of fulfilling my fantasies with that goddess opened up before me\u2026 \u201cHow about we go and you show me?\u201d \u201cLet\u2019s go, then!\u201d (she said)\u2026 \u201cAwesome,\u201d I thought to myself. <\/p>\n