I can't believe this is who I'm staring at. It seems a million lifetimes ago. She was so gawky and awkward. Little Jamie, skinny, shy, the big glasses, always wearing her Clint Black t-shirt. I keep blinking. This is not the same Jamie I knew.
Now she's definitely not gawky or skinny. She's curvy and full figured. Tonight she's definitely not wearing her Clint Black tee. She has on a beautiful cotton dress. It's a faint pink, simple, non-descript. She is not going for flashy. She's beautiful. She knows it. She's simply going for comfort. Almost the color of a pink highlighter, the highlight is her body.
Wow, that was bad Justin. You can do better than that. She has medium length straps. There are cute buttons down the cleavage just for decoration. Like she needed any reason to look. My goodness. I feel like I've had a few, "Guys, up here" moments tonight. I hope she hasn't noticed. Or wait. Maybe she likes it. I mean, she knows she looks hot. That hair, the makeup, she carefully planned this. I mean, she after all is my date. She probably wants her date to notice.
Ugh!!!! Why is my mind like this? Calm down. She likes you. Or at least I think she does. I just moved back to town after my divorce to take care of my mom as she gets older. I happened to go to the coffee shop one evening. And there she was in this black polo with the logo and this lovely black skirt. And can I say the apron looked cute without being a misogynist? Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail; she looked stunning.
But you see, it wasn't about how she reacted to me that made me fall for her. It was how she interacted with everybody. She was excellent at taking care of her clientele. She was delightful and fun and her countenance lit up with every interaction. I completely fell for her before we even made eye contact.
