Sean Hall was the epitome of male beauty. He had the eyes of a Greek God, and the body to match. Girls practically fell over with their legs open when he walked by, and he seemed oblivious to it all. This led to many doubts as to his sexuality being on the hetero side of the spectrum. How could a young man in is early twenties be so oblivious to his own sexual power over women? It was one of the great mysteries of life that needed to be solved.
I entered college as a sophomore and was blessed enough to have Sean in my British Literature class. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was to become my next conquest. The first day of class, he sauntered up to my desk where I was reading the poetry of a very influential singer of the late sixties that died far too soon. I remember looking into his clear blue eyes and I felt as though I stood at the edge of decency and morality, maybe even sanity. They were warm and inviting, like no other eyes I had seen before and none that I have seen since. His short caramel brown hair was hidden underneath an old baseball cap, but I could still see the potential it had for my fingers to run through it in ecstasy.
"Hello there, my name's Sean, nice to meet you," his voice was pure velvet as it traveled from is perfect mouth through the air into my ears.
"Hi," I managed meekly, resisting the urge to grab him and have my way with him in the middle of the classroom.
He extended his soft, neatly manicured hand to shake mine in a greeting, and, as I felt his touch, I imagined how that touch would feel in a secluded sexual moment. I tired to speak more, but my words were influenced by thoughts I dared not say aloud this early in our relationship. Still, I knew that a mission was sat before me: I would do whatever I could in my power to make Sean Hall completely and utterly mine.
As I walked back into my dorm room after my classes, I mentioned my encounter with Sean to my roommate, Evie. I hoped she had at least heard of this wonderful creation (the school wasn't all that large and she had been there a semester before me), and she could give me some inside information to use to my advantage. What was relayed to me sent me into a depressed shock from which I almost couldn't recover.
"The rumor is, sweetie, that he plays for the pink team," she said quietly, as though she knew the information would shock me and it needed to be cushioned.
Unfortunately, for yours truly, Evie's feeling was right on the money, I was so shocked I had to sit down. How could something so wonderful have the potential to not be mine? Why was fate so cruel? However, I felt a glimmer of hope seep into my tortured mind: she said the word rumor. This meant it wasn't truth, not yet anyway. I could make him submit to me in ways no man could if he were in competition with me. Now my mission was growing in importance to one of military red-alert proportions, and I set out to do what it was in my nature to do as a woman of the new millennium.
The plan was simple: I would make Sean desire me in such a way he could not bear a moment without me. How would I do this, you readers ask. Well, I knew what it meant to adorn myself with clothing that would accent my best feminine features, but that was the way to trap drunken frat boys for a night of unworthy and deeply regrettable sex. Sean was an entirely different animal. I had to make myself seem unavailable and plain, as he made himself, and then he would see my true beauty. This is what I have found in my experiences with men of Sean's sensibilities works better than any aphrodisiac in the world.
