She had never thought she could find this type of love.
She loved being with men.. She needed it like the air she breathed. But she hated the type of smothering relationship that men wanted.
At times, she just needed the connection.. To flirt, to know he wanted her, to bring out a man's animalistic needs.. But, once done, she wanted to move on.
Society called her a slut for that. .
She met him at a museum. She loved seeing great works of art..
She spied him by the impressionists - and wandered over.
She liked that he didn't make inane comments or force a conversation. He enjoyed her company as they wandered down the hall, and she liked that while he had knowledge of the subjects, instead of trying to impress her with facts, he asked her how the painting affected her..
After a lunch of bread and wine, she invited him to her place.
He shook his head and told her, "I find you are amazing.. I don't want a one time thing"
He handed her his card and said, "When you are ready for dinner, a night out, and are willing to stay in the bed with me until breakfast.. Call me.. I am not locking you in to a relationship. But i hate waking up alone"
She was stunned for two reasons. No man had ever refused her, and now she was aroused more than ever, and she was inquisitive as to if he really was as open and honest as he sounded.
She took two months.. One day, after a miserable time with a mama's boy she had mistakenly spent time with, she called him.
He told her, "I wondered if you would ever call"
Instead of waiting to see if she made excuses, he merely said, "Where and when do i pick you up"
The night was wonderful.. The sex amazing.. and as she woke up next to him, she began to sneak out.. But he said, still eyes closed, "no no.. you made a promise"
He got up, kissed her, and made breakfast for her.
