Dreamwoman

I was standing outside waiting for the bus to arrive so I could hurry to class. I usually take an earlier bus, or walk down by I was busy and running late. I heard the door of the sorority house in the next building, so I looked over to see who it was. Out came the girl of my dreams. Average height, great looking body, wearing a short gray business skirt and jacket and a white blouse underneath. Tan or nude stockings.

I thought I was going to fall over on the ground right then. Then, she walked over toward the bus stop. Slowly she ascended the hill in her low heels and short skirt, being careful not to fall, or expose herself. I turned away. I didn't want to stare and ruin the moment with a dirty look from her. Finally she arrived, and stood a yard away. I turned and smiled just as she turned toward me. I let out my cheerful Hi! and she returned the favor. She didn't seem to notice or mind me only paying attention to her body and not her face. With a stroke of genius I continued the conversation. "So, off to an interview?". Seemed simple and polite enough. Boy was I shocked when she responded in a pleasant voice. "No, actually I had it this morning, but there was nothing clean for me to wear in my apartment, so I just kept this on." Again, I almost fell over onto the ground. Nothing turns me on more then a professionally dressed women, especially one who is doing it semi-voluntarily. I can't let this one go, I thought to myself. My foots in the door, now for my leg. So, I continued. "Oh, I know what you mean, I've been away all week, and didn't have anything else to wear either." It was an almost honest comment. I was wearing my slacks and one of new shirts. I looked pretty damn good, especially since I had actually taken the time to shave. Then, nothing. She didn't respond, she didn't do anything except continue making eye contact. Well, I haven't lost yet. Maybe she is fantasizing about me, I thought. So, I again continued the endeavor. With a quick glance at the sky, one of the worst mistakes any man an make in a situation like this, I kept talking. "I'm surprised by this weather. I expected to come back and find snow". Yeah, I know, don't talk about the weather, but what I can I talk about that doesn't have the chance to be insulting? I was afraid to compliment her outfit, since she might think me a weirdo, and I didn't want to talk about classes, the other old stand by, since it's boring. I checked her response to my comment. "Well, it was really cold this morning" she finally said. Yeah, I bet, in that short skirt with your butt hanging out, it probably was freezing. "Well, it looks nice today, but I am sure it won't be too long before we are all wearing our winter coats.", I finished with. Just then the bus came down the street. Should I talk more, should I wait till we get seated on the bus? What if she doesn't sit near me? PANIC. So, I let it go and decided to wait and see how the seating worked out. Perfect. We climbed on the bus, and we both managed to sit in the back across from each other. She sat down, and crossed her legs, very lady like. Then she reached down and began rubbing her thigh, and then kept changing positions. I wanted to continue the conversation, but the bus engine was too loud, and I knew it wouldn't work out. DAMN! I thought. So, I just kept watching her, and making eye contact once in a while like any friendly person should. Finally we arrived on campus. OK, I thought, now walk beside her and go with the whole bit about what class she is off to. We all got off the bus and began walking toward class. The one thing I hadn't planned on occurred, she walked extremely slow. Oh no, it's the sign that she doesn't want to walk with me. Damn again! I tried to slow down, but her pace got even slower, and I knew I was in trouble. If only I could start something back up. I looked over my shoulder at her, she kept her head down and kept walking. I took a turn and headed for my class, and she went the other way heading for hers. I walked to some of the balconies and looked down on her, wondering if I would get to have a second chance. Then I went to class, an unhappy and discontented man.

So, the moral of the story is that I finally met the perfect women of my dreams, and all I did was talk about the weather. I am such an idiot.
-Patrick
psweeney@hullbreach.com

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