And it happens again... Tonight I was out dancing, and a beautiful woman- a periphery acquaintance of mine- walked in. She spotted me and caught my attention. Now, many, many times I have run across her as a bar tender at another bar I frequent- and I have always found her beautiful, incredibly so. An exquisite smile, bright beautiful eyes, soft, luminous skin in incredible shape. And she was no less impressive tonight. She waved at me and I smiled and returned the greeting. I even bought her a drink, as she has for me quite a few times when she was behind her bar. We chatted for a few more minutes, and I turned to walk away- you see, I still get that feeling in my gut that I'm just not quite good enough for someone as beautiful as she is. Don't get me wrong, I have much more self-confidence than I did when I was younger- I'm much more comfortable in my skin- but there are still stunning men and women who I feel are out of my league.
But she stopped me, and asked me to dance. I allowed myself a brief moment of hope- a chance to let my pulse speed up, my breath catch. She even complimented me on my appearance- she specifically said I was "hot" and that I was an incredible dancer. At that moment, I was zoned in. I may have felt that she was out of my league, but she was offering me an opportunity, and i was NOT about to let it slip.
I danced with her, and I will admit that I am quite a good lead at times. It was easy, effortless to move with her- to take her into turns and to guide her hands, shoulders and hips- and for a moment, we were perfectly in tune. i could feel it...
...And then I felt the atmosphere change drastically. She withdrew, and I could see her searching for reasons to break the connection- her sudden reluctance to touch. Finally the reason poured from her lips:
"I have to go. I feel bad. My boyfriend is waiting for me across the street. But will I see you tomorrow [at my bar]?"
"I'm not sure... If I get out of work early enough I'll come by..."
"Well, do you come out here every week? I can see you again, here..."
"Yeah, I'm here often."
"I'll see you again, then..."
I can't count the number of times this scenario has happened to me since I've been single.
But she stopped me, and asked me to dance. I allowed myself a brief moment of hope- a chance to let my pulse speed up, my breath catch. She even complimented me on my appearance- she specifically said I was "hot" and that I was an incredible dancer. At that moment, I was zoned in. I may have felt that she was out of my league, but she was offering me an opportunity, and i was NOT about to let it slip.
I danced with her, and I will admit that I am quite a good lead at times. It was easy, effortless to move with her- to take her into turns and to guide her hands, shoulders and hips- and for a moment, we were perfectly in tune. i could feel it...
...And then I felt the atmosphere change drastically. She withdrew, and I could see her searching for reasons to break the connection- her sudden reluctance to touch. Finally the reason poured from her lips:
"I have to go. I feel bad. My boyfriend is waiting for me across the street. But will I see you tomorrow [at my bar]?"
"I'm not sure... If I get out of work early enough I'll come by..."
"Well, do you come out here every week? I can see you again, here..."
"Yeah, I'm here often."
"I'll see you again, then..."
I can't count the number of times this scenario has happened to me since I've been single.
ribbonsundone:
The exchange sounds flattering, if also unsatisfying. To share an erotic moment with someone fully in their body is a gift. (btw - I mean erotic in the full sensory sense of the word, not just sexual). You sound as though you both enjoyed it. May you continue to find similarly inclined people who are either unattached or open to many, as is your preference.