Just by the look in his eyes, I knew he was gaga over me and although it did stroke my ego he was never anybody I'd be interested in. It wasn't that I lead him on but more like me not telling him to get lost but either way it encouraged him to hang around just waiting for his chance. I had a boyfriend and he knew it but he said I was too good for the boyfriend and that he would wait until I realized it too.
John was right and I knew it, Mark was a loser and would always be a loser but the sex was great and I couldn't get enough. In the end he dumped me for a girl who was younger and skinnier and now I realize he did me a favor. As soon as John found out, he was over pestering me for a date. It was then I understood that by not blowing him off I was leading him on, letting him think he had a chance. Even now, instead of me telling him no and getting rid of him once and for all, I told him he had one chance with me. I said I'd go on one date with him and if he didn't rock my world, it would be good-bye.
John informed me that he would start our night by him cooking me dinner. You see this was my problem with this boy, I didn't need some man to take care of me, what I needed was a man to come into my life and take over. I knew I didn't need Mark's kind of bullshit but I did need a strong man to make me cream my panties. So, here's this guy trying to impress me and as far as I'm concerned, he has two strikes against him before he's knocked on my door. With that being said, I have to admit he did look hot when he came to the door with his picnic basket on his arm. I noticed the big bottle of wine sticking out, and asked if I needed to get glasses out but no he even has crystal to go with our wine.
I sat at my kitchen table and watched in awe, as he chopped, diced and whatever else you did to make pasta. I wondered if he knew I couldn't boil water and if it wasn't for my microwave, I might starve. He informed me the red sauce was his grandmother's and all he needed was to warm it up. When he put the pasta on, he told me he had a secret way of knowing when it was cooked. He came over to me up close and looked me in the eye; next, he took my chin in his hand. He lifted my face to his then kissed me long and slow. We didn't close our eyes but looked deep into each other's souls. When I put my arms around his neck, he reached up, took my arms, and put them around my back and while he held them with one hand, he put his other hand to my head to hold me to his lips.
