There's no reason to give a complete background of my life or describe everything about me to relate my tale. The only salient facts are: that I spent my life until I was twenty six having women chase me because they saw desirable qualities in me that I'm not sure are really there; I am college educated; and I have a good job in the marketing department of a Fortune 500 company.
Because I was chased a lot, I was sexually experienced, and had had relationships ranging from one night to five months with more than two dozen women. No one really floated my boat, however, and I had yet to seriously consider marriage. That changed a few days after my twenty sixth birthday.
I was lounging around the pool of the nice high-rise apartment complex that I lived in, talking to a young married couple (Jill and Wyatt) who were friends of mine from social gatherings at the complex, when a woman emerged from the water in front of me, and then strolled toward the diving board. I had never seen her before. She was big, blond, buxom, beautiful, and muscular. I apparently stopped some story that I was telling Jill in mid-sentence and I must have become gap-jawed because by the time that the blond got to the high-dive Jill was waving her hand in my face giggling "Earth to Brian, come in," and Wyatt was laughing his ass off.
"Oh, sorry, Jill," I said with a good deal of embarrassment, "where was I?"
"You were in another dimension staring at that woman's tits and ass, dipshit," Wyatt "charitably" snickered.
"Can't say that I blame you," Jill whistled. "Wyatt would have had the same reaction if I wasn't around to go upside his head if he did."
After the blond did a perfect jackknife dive off of the high board, I tried my best to snap out of it. When I remained mute for a time period longer despite hearing buzzing in the background - obviously Jill and Wyatt talking - while still staring at the blond as she again exited the pool on the side opposite me, I was suddenly pulled to my feet. Jill and Wyatt each had an arm and before I could stop them they had thrown me into the water; I did a somewhat painful belly-flop. When I lifted my now sunglasses-free head out of the water, I looked toward the opposite side of the pool and saw that the blond and several other people were chuckling.
"At least she had to notice me," I said to myself before diving under the water to retrieve my Oakleys.
Always being clever in getting introductions to people, I turned my embarrassment into an opportunity. I first shook the water off of me onto my grinning tormentors, and then sauntered over to the other side of the pool. I kiddingly asked the closest person there that I had seen smiling "Say...what's your name?"
"Ben," he chuckled.
"Say Ben, can I get you to be a witness in my lawsuit against Jill and Wyatt for humiliating me and washing off the sunblock that I just applied?"
After we joked for a while I moved along in the same manner to other "witnesses," most of whom jokingly said that I probably had it coming.
The blond was the fourth person.
"Hi, I'm Brian McCarthy; and you are...?" I said extending my hand.
"Eve Jensen," she replied with a glint in her eye and a smile on her face as she shook my hand with a firm grip.
"Well, Eve, I hope that you'll be more sympathetic than the last two witnesses and will help me in my lawsuit against my former best friends," I chuckled.
"Oh, Brian, I'd like to help," she snickered, "but all my court dates for the year are filled up; but I will bring a squirt gun with me next time I come to the pool so that you can retaliate."
"Thanks," I said, preparing to sit next to her to chat with her while trying my best not to stare at the massive tits almost bursting out of her bikini top, or her sculptured thighs. However, the older couple to her left started talking to me and by the time that I was able to disengage from them Eve had dried off and walked away.
To make a long story short, I tried to find out as much about Eve as I could over the next several months. With luck that I probably didn't deserve, when she was in town - she traveled a lot on business - she worked in the building right across the street from mine for a company called EIT, Inc. However, all that I could find out about that company was that they did "business consulting" of some sort. They didn't even have a website - unheard of in the twenty first century!
After three or four months of just saying Hi, or exchanging a few pleasantries, with Eve whenever I saw her, I got lucky. She was outside our apartment complex early one weekday obviously waiting for something.
"Hi, Eve - you look anxious," I chirped.
"Hi, Brian. The cab to take me to the airport for an impromptu trip I learned about forty five minutes ago isn't here, and I'm going to be late," she replied.
"I'm happy to give you a ride, I'm going there to pick up a new hire," I lied.
"Really - thanks," she said. She quickly picked up her suitcase - no roller bag for her - and walked so fast away from the apartment house that I had to hustle to keep up with her. We had a very friendly chat during the twenty five minute drive to the airport, although she rarely answered any personal questions directly, and was vague about the reason for her trip. Things were even more curious when she had me drop her off at the private jet terminal rather than a commercial one.
"Thanks so much, Brian, you really saved me," she said with a big smile as she exited my car. I couldn't help myself as I watched her ass wiggle the entire thirty yards or so before she reached the front door to the terminal.
After the trip to the airport Eve and I talked whenever we saw each other. It was another month, however, before I had the nerve to ask her out on a date - lack of nerve had never, ever, been a factor in my life before, since - as I said - I was normally the one pursued.
When I asked her out the first time she said "Sorry, can't make it," then changed the subject. She was the first girl/woman in my life that I had asked out who couldn't make it who didn't say "I hope that we can do it another time," or something to that effect. This really shook me. However, if I hadn't already fallen in love with her - it sure was a different feeling than I had with any other woman - I was damn close. So I asked her a second time, and a third time, with the same response each time; this was despite the fact that I thought that she enjoyed my company.
Finally, at a complex pool party, after she had consumed a few cups of punch that was insidiously laced with grain alcohol, I confronted her directly.
"Say, Eve. I've got to say that I really like you and would love to go on a date with you but you always turn me down. I'm a big boy with thick skin so if there is something about me that you dislike, let me know and I'll stop asking. But unless you tell me 'Shove off and don't ask again,' I'm going to keep pestering you."
She looked me straight in the eye. Her speech was slightly slurred, but she was still totally aware. "I think that you're a great guy and cute too, Brian. However, given my job I'm not sure that a long term relationship with you or anyone else is in the cards, and I don't want to lead you on - because I do sense that you have real feelings for me."
