How I met Alyson Michalka
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this is not true, mostly a fantasy of mine that I wish would happen
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I'm 23, and a recent college grad, with a bachelor's in physics and a minor in math. I was out in California, interviewing for a teaching job at a local high school. After having a really good interview, I decided to walk around for a bit before heading back to the hotel I was staying at. It was a beautiful day out, and I was thinking that I would probably get the job, when somebody bumped into me.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I look at the person who bumped into me, and my jaw dropped. This girl is looking at me with concern.
Stunning, blonde, tall, about 5"8 or 5"9, beautiful green eyes and a face that would make any man fantasize about, all on a body to die for. "I'm so sorry about that," she says again. "I guess I wasn't looking at where I was going."
"Yeah, it's okay," I say. "I wasn't really paying attention either." I take another look at her. Dark green eyes and light blonde hair on a face that would be the object of any guy's wet dream. I could tell she was checking me out, as well. I'm tall, about 6 foot 3, and since I had taken my suit jacket off, she could see that under my shirt, I definitely worked out. I smiled at her, and offered her my hand. "I'm Brian."
"Alyson," she said, shaking my hand. "Do you live around here?"
"Actually, I live in New York. I'm here interviewing for a teaching position that just opened up. Physics and math," I said. That usually impresses people when I say that, and she was no exception.
"Wow, I was never good at science or math. You must be really smart," she replied.
"Yeah, I'm pretty smart," I tell her. "I had a 3.9 in college, so I think I know what I'm doing."
"Look, I have to go, but do you want to maybe have dinner sometime, that way you can tell me about it?" she asks me.
"Yeah, that would be nice. I'd enjoy that. Do you know anywhere around here that's any good?" I ask her, already imaging how great she would look naked.
"Actually, I was thinking my place. My sister is out for the night, so it was just going to be meβ¦all alone, in my house." As she was saying this, she was gently touching and rubbing my arm.
"Yeah, that would be nice," I say. As I'm walking away, after having gotten directions to her house, I can't help but think that I'm going to enjoy it here in California.
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At around seven, I arrived at her house, wearing what I called "casual dressy"- a nice shirt, Dockers, and a pair of loafers. I rang the bell, and for the second time since meeting her I was struck speechless. She was wearing an almost entirely see-through nighty that barely went down below her hips, and one of those sexy robes that went down about an inch below her nightly. "Hi," she says and kisses me lightly on the lips. "You look nice."
"Yeah, so do you," I say, my heart racing.
I'm getting laid tonight
, I think to myself. I walk into her house, noting the guitar and other music stuff. "You play guitar? Are you any good?" I ask her.
"Yeah, I'm a musician. I like it a lot," she replies. "What would you like to drink?"
"Anything you have is fine," I reply. I take the glass of wine she poured for me, still thinking how great she looked.
"Let's go sit on the couch. Dinner is still gonna be a few minutes," she says, interrupting my thoughts on how great she would look naked. She takes my hand, without waiting for me to reply, and guides me to her couch. We sit down, her obviously sitting fairly close to me. "So, you want to be a physics teacher, right? You must really be smart."