It wasn't that he was initially attractive; if I had passed him on the street I would never have given him a second glance. There is was though, in front of me at a coffee house. His face was covered with hair, too much hair. Had a mop of brown curls and had not shaved in what could have been months (I was right). Once I was seated he approached me. I did not want to be mean knowing that there was no way in hell this man was going to get anywhere with me.
He sat, asked if I was from there, ugh, tourists. He said he was from AK, okay now I am interested, not in him but in the fact that he is from my home state. We talk about the university and that he had been on the swim team. We talk about why he is in this small town. As he talks I take a look at him, take him all in. His lips are full and very sensuous. His eyes have a very mysterious look to them. Under all the facial hair he has beautiful skin. He is tall and lean, when he stands, my guess is 6'5", and later find out it is 6'6". I start to feel blood rush...there is an attraction. I can tell that it is mutual. He walks me to my Jeep as the coffee shop is now closed, we stand outside talking but it is March and the temperature is cold, I ask if he would like to get in and warm up.
He barely fits in the Jeep. His long legs are crammed against the dash; I start to wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through his hair. He leans in to kiss me, it is a tender kiss but there is nothing innocent about it. It says what we both have been feeling for an hour now. The kiss becomes more passionate and heated. I am breathing heavy and I want him. We both laugh knowing that we are wondering where we are going to do this.
