I met him at the candy store.
He cam and smiled at me and I was intrigued enough to smile back. This as obviously a children 's candy tore, mind you this was the ind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss 's wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee.
Hypothetically speaking, of course.
I 've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.
Normally I went home with them s, just because it felt good to ant and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.
Anothe problem with wanting is that it 's like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you say it, leaving no room for everythin lse. I do n't as for who I am or what I 've done in or out of bed.
I have my job, my house and my life, and for a shor time I have n't wanted anything else.
Until Dan. Until now.