We've only just met and I feel so comfortable around you, other women seem to bug me, but for some reason you make me comfortable. So inviting you over for the afternoon seems the most logical thing I can do.
You arrive faster than I had expected and I'm not even out of my sweat pants. You smile the kind of smile you expect from an old friend and give me a big hug. In your hand you have a bottle of wine and Chinese takeout. What the hell, its Saturday, why not.
Popping open the bottle, you pour a pair of large glasses and begin to spread out the food. It's been so long since I've done anything like this I can barely contain myself. I belly laugh as you tell me about your job and the idiots you work with, I feel like I've made the best friend in the world.
We sit, sipping wine, talking, the TV is on in the background but neither of us is paying any attention. I am fixated on you, your skin, your hair, your lips. I am stunned that somebody as pretty as you would be my friend, and I am so happy.
"So, you never told me, are you seeing anybody? You must have a boyfriend." I laugh, I have a very good friend I see when we need our release but I'm single.
"Oh, not really, I'm interested in somebody but I don't know if they feel the same way." You play with the lip of your wine glass, not making eye contact, and blushing at little.
"Who is it? Do I know him?" I'm excited, I want to know.
"You know them," You're avoiding eye contact and blushing harder. What is with you I think.
"I'm going to get us more wine, you have to tell me, don't make me guess!" I snatch up your wine glass, and go into the kitchen. "You know what you should do, take him out, get him drunk and see what happens. You never know, he might be all about you but too shy to say anything."