Sultry

Part Six (The End and Reflection)

With my bike and lycras strategically packed in the boot, sultry and I commenced our journey north to a motel near her football training oval. I stuck to my plan of staying the night in a separate bed (I may have been a floozy but never a slut), and riding my bike home early the next day.

The indulgent gaze sultry gave me from the balcony as I departed, told me she was wholly captivated by my behaviour: 1) fending off her playful advances the night before and 2) getting up before sunrise to ride my bike home. (I was younger then, so playing the adventurous hero was essential to my pre-mating practice).

I set off at a harrowing pace straight up a mountain because it was ‘bound to be the shortcut home’. I have never made such a poor judgment in my cycling career as I did that day. It took me 15 miles before I accepted my mistake and with head bowed from exhaustion and mortification, I retraced the road directly back to its starting point. The mistake cost me 5,400 seconds. Each second felt like an hour as I marinated in my idiocy.

That ride turned out to be the longest lone bike ride of my career (at the time). I figured that I brought the physical grief upon myself for not ending things with the girl I was seeing at the time prior to allowing myself to have feelings for someone new. Punishing myself on the bike had long been my answer to emotional anguish.

I determined as I collapsed on my bed from heat exhaustion and in severe carbohydrate deficit that I was not worthy of either of these women.

The next week I was single and back on Pink Sofa again just er ‘looking for chats’.

END

Sultry

Part Five

She flew home after our initial wicked weekend and ‘getting to know you’ period (seriously nothing ‘happened’), and the next time we spoke was during my lunch break a couple of weeks later. Sultry rang to ask if I would like to join her on the weekend whilst she played in a football tournament in a town near mine: As in stay in her hotel with her, as in stay in her room with her, as in stay in her bed with her.

I said no I was busy.

She really needed to try harder.

This of course inspired the desired outcome. Turning on her charisma “I really think you need a break, you work so hard. Come on, I am hiring a car and will pick you up Friday night on my way through. It will be fun!” (Spontaneity just kills my resolve - the thrill of the adventure and the unknown). BUT I was officially ‘seeing’ someone else (a rare practice in itself). Obviously I wasn’t that serious though. “Maybe I could stay on the Friday and cycle home early Saturday…” During the call I became acutely aware that it was over with the other person. Well it had lasted 6 weeks.

She arrived late that Friday night in a hired supercar and a low-carb six pack. SHE DRANK LOW CARBOHYDRATE BEER. Being an athlete I was dreadfully impressed. Someone else had actually been sucked in by the marketing of overpriced beer flavored soda water. I threw my bike in the back and she threw me the keys. I looked at her. She cracked open a beer and grinned cheekily.

To Be Continued…

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...