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Thursday, November 29, 2012

doing the dance

It was just a typical Wednesday, at least that's what I thought.  If I would've known what was awaiting me, I would've given more thought to my appearance before heading out.  Was my outfit flattering?  How was the hair?  Socks match?

But who checks those things on a typical Wednesday, before going out to run a few errands?  Maybe I'll pay closer attention now.

I pulled into the shopping center.  The one I go to almost weekly, so often that I hardly even think to look around for anything new anymore.  But something just felt different this time.  There was a certain electricity in the air.

And that's when I turned.  And that's when I saw him.  He was absolutely beautiful.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  I'm sure I must have been staring rudely, but I was transfixed by his perfection.

He was tall and dark.  Powerful looking too, but not a brute.  He was just sitting there.  Waiting.  I wanted to observe him while he moved, but I would have to settle for just watching him in repose.  That doesn't mean I couldn't fantasize, though.

He was the only other one in the waiting area, and I found myself feeling self-conscious.  I usually don't feel so flustered, but he was just too amazing.  That's when I started wishing I'd taken a second thought to my appearance before leaving the house.  Oh well.

As much as I wanted to snuggle up right next to him, as much as I wanted to actually touch him, another part of me was afraid of him - of the power of my attraction to him.  I made myself take a seat farthest from him, to provided a safe distance between us.

I looked up to find him looking at me.  Just looking, not speaking.  Again, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Normally chatty, I couldn't muster any words.  Just as well, though.  Talk would have spoiled the moment.  There was a certain spirit about him.  While my insides were turning to putty, he just sat there oozing calm confidence.

We had a lot in common with each other, I could tell just by looking.  He knew it too.  I wanted to ask, "Come here often?", but that seemed silly, even though I really wanted to know.

So we remained there, in each other's presence.  Speaking volumes without saying a word.  The heat was overwhelming!  I took in all of his details.  His every part, his accessories.

Too soon, my wait was over, and I had to go while he remained.  We gave each other knowing glances as I turned to leave.  Gracefully... gracefully...

He had a mudflap.  My GOD!  He had a mudflap!






Bella, feelin' the heat
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16 comments:

  1. I have no idea what a Mudflap is - but he sounds totally-super-hot. And I would have been way too nervous to talk to him too!

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    1. It's a flap that keep mud from flying all over, and he was totally working it!

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  2. Ooohh... Bella has it bad! Better keep a close eye on her. 'Course, if she runs off, you'll have good reason to get another bike... she'd be missed, of course, but you'd have another bike...

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    1. She is surprisingly loyal. If it were me, I might have faked a slip chain or something.

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  3. Nice rack, too.
    But couldn't help noticing the front of the seat looks a bit, um, flaccid. ;-)

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    1. Yah, I noticed that! I can honestly say I've never seen such a thing :) I don't know what's up (not!) with that, and I sure wasn't going to ask.

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  4. LOL @ Guano!

    You know, I'm not normally attracted to his type, but there IS something about him!

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  5. Not sure what a mudflap is, but that was an interesting story :3. This reminds me of myself back when I had crushes on super cute guys!

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    1. I've never felt that way *nose growing*

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  6. Watch out or you might be hearing the sound of little tricycles...

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  7. Bella is kinda cute, too. Maybe she should track him down again, but play hard to get.

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  8. Ohhh. Bella's getting out there in the world. Better keep your eyes on her. She'll be off playing tiresese with that tall, dark handsome stranger. I bet he was checking out her shocks.

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  9. That. Was. Hilarious! I'm not a biker,and like some other comment owners, I didn't even know bikes *had* mudflaps - but I giggled out loud, and at a time where I really needed it. Thank you for that post!!! (Sorry for posting as Anonymous, but for some reason my WP credentials aren't being recognized..)

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