Sultry

Part Two

As it turned out, my sultry suitor had an important business meeting locally and was flying south in a matter of days, so of course we planned a meeting of our own.

This is where the tale starts to get knotty (typing slowly now so I can keep up). I was in fact theoretically dating a feisty Italian at the time (who will justly receive her own dressing down later, thus extricating me from the crimes I was fantasising about committing). Also, with the recent addition of a new stalker-pseudo-ex to my fan folio, the value of my dating credibility was steadily diminishing (for the risk-averse types). Having freshly undertaken Juggling 101 class in an open relation with yet another ex, I was up for a test and way overdue for that seaside sabbatical.

24 hours before Sultry and I were to meet, I received (oddly) another Pink Sofa private message from within the same municipality! Having NEVER chatted with anyone from this region, the odds of meeting two lesbians from there were next to impossible.

I knew I was interesting but this made me special too.

To Be Continued...

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Sultry

Part One

It was a dripping summer afternoon like most others in the mid-tropics where I was stationed. Melting over my kitchen counter after a mammoth bike ride and posting obnoxiously online, I discerned a Pink Sofa private message notification appear in my email. Intrigued, I logged in immediately to retrieve a curious message. I checked out the sender’s profile and learned she was an athlete obtainable 2500km inconveniently north of my keyboard.

Picture a setting where mountains gracefully enter the ocean via vast carpeted beaches. My mind puzzled merrily about the brochures I had seen showing the mystical way vapours collected around mountains, resembling puffs of disorganised fumes waiting to be inhaled.

Special Note:

These days I question the historical chemical imbalance of my personality composition such that when I received an interesting Pink Sofa message from a sultry athlete type, my mind instantly commenced accessing geographical coordinates and conducting feasibility studies and probability ratios of a successful partnership opportunity. Cringe.

So this breathtaking place where woman-eating reptiles and poisonous floaty jelly creatures roamed the waterways also produced lesbians? It made sense.

I kept my response concise and fairly abrupt to illustrate my lack of interest. She was subconsciously looking for someone wild, free and hard to hold down. She needed a challenge, I needed a holiday.

To Be Continued..

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Part Seven

I didn’t quite slam on the brakes.  But almost.  Once I had weighed up all of the ‘what ifs’ (not a swift process for a mind filled with exam prep) I pulled up safely, wound down the window and, watching the growing form in the side mirror, I waited.  As she approached, I leaned out of the window and smiled.

‘Oh, are you serious?!’

We haven’t discussed this experience since and, being of a scientific bent and a non-believer in fate, I have a less-than-quixotic inclination to explain it away with unromantic realism and probability.  Zy doesn’t believe in coincidence for different reasons...

THE END