...I met "the boy" for lunch for the first time. We met at a restaurant with a view. I was nervous. We arrived at the same time. I watched him walk up with his baby blue shirt that accentuated his eyes. We said hello and it felt a bit awkward. We sat by the window. He took the seat with the view. Strike one.
Some people talk when they get nervous. I imagine that's what was his deal because he just started talking. He had just gotten into town from his business trip and he was a bit harried from the day. Apparently his trip was filled with debauchery to the point of illness. He ordered a dirty martini and with the first sip seemed to relax.
I studied his face, his expressions, his features. He was not as cute as I had remembered, or built him up to be. Nor was he as tall as I thought. His long face displayed a five o'clock shadow and his hair is thin. Nice body but perhaps too skinny. Deconstruction was easy but there was a certain charm about him.
From his stories he seemed younger than I had first thought...and more immature. I have attracted that type of boy in the past so it is not unfamiliar to me. It does give me the upper hand and a sense of control over the situation. I know that and feel confident in that situation.
It felt good to have everything out in the open and not have to hide as I have done in the past. I just don't have my rules in place for this kind of relationship so I will be taking it very slow, if at all.
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