I was in my early thirties. I was working a secretary for an office complex. I was proud that despite my laid back work schedule I had managed to stay in good shape. I wasn't tiny like a model but I was thin and semi-toned. I had short Auburn hair and long legs. I wore shorter skirts to accentuate there long and slender nature. I wore thigh high stockings to catch the attention of men who could appreciate my effort. Two hours three times a week and a long push on Saturday might not sound like a lot to a gym rat, but by Sunday my body was always screaming for a break. my complexion was pale but clear, I was told I should tan more, but I feared skin cancer and hated fake tans. I had a modest chest, some would call it an athletic build. I wore under sized blouses so they would push against the fabric and make them seem bigger than they were. From the leers I got at work I was sure it was working just fine. I always finished the outfit off with a jacket of some kind. I had hundreds, it was my passion. With a simple choice of accessories and jacket the same outfit could be made into something new in seconds. Despite me having myself figured out and being the biggest romantic in the office I still had not had a serious boyfriend since moving to the city. My sister had told me it was because I was such a romantic. I wanted to need someone the moment our eyes connected. She told me I was being absurd and I would die alone like that. My sister was younger than me but objectively smarter. So I always paid great heed to what she said. So I started going on blind dates. I had been on several in the last month but my car broke down as luck would have it on the way to my last date and I canceled. As I say I paid great attention to what my sister said. The first thing she said when I agreed was that I should never let them know were I lived until I was sure about them. So I gathered my stuff took a cab home and canceled my upcoming dates. Not a big loss really. They were not going well at all.
The car was not going to be a simple or fast repair so I had to start taking the bus to and from work and only going to the gym once a week. My fifteen minute commute becomes an hour and twenty minute commute. Public transportation was terrible but it gave me time to scroll and rant on social media. A change of pace could do wonders for the soul. I was on my way home. The bus was practically empty. A woman probably not even old enough to drink got on the bus. She shoved past people who were trying to get off and huffed at them as if she had been robbed by one of them. She was short probably only four and half feet or so. Petite, but not in a malnourished way, but in a genetically blessed way. Her skin was a pale bronze. Her eyes glittered a pale blue, and her hair was long and jet black. She had a generous bust that was barely contained by the old rock t-shirt she was wearing. It had holes all over it and thru one tear you could see the dark blue laced bra she was wearing. I couldn't help but wonder if her panties matched. It was as I wondered this that I realized how hard I had been studying this audacious passenger. Before I had a chance to admonish myself she dropped on the bench seat next to me. I looked at her dumbstruck and she glared back at me.
"What there is clearly nobody sitting here and honestly you looked like you wanted a closer look."
Of all the nerve I thought to myself. This was a woman and clearly with no class or culture. I could admit she was attractive and I was sure she pulled men's favor were ever she went. However that didn't mean that just because I noticed these things that I was interested in her. However it was a long ride and before I knew it I had started a conversation with the sultry young vixen.
She was a bartender at some dive downtown. She made really good money and really bad decisions. At least that's what she claimed. She had been married three times two men and a woman. She was currently dating four people one man and three women. I was stunned by both her situation and her honesty. So of course we started talking about romance and I was blown away yet again when she told me that until vary recently she didn't believe in romance or anything of the sort. She was hoping maybe all these years she was being foolish and impatient. I told her about myself as well how I had always believed in romance and how I longed for love at first sight, but I couldn't tell her the truth that was welling in my heart. I couldn't tell her I was sure love at first sight was real, because I already loved her. I swallowed hard and lamented my lack of confidence. After all she was so experienced and said there was someone she had her eyes on, so if I told her my feelings our conversation would most likely end.
The conversation shifted and we discussed the basics of what kind of food we liked to get when we were feeling down and what shopping districts we couldn't pass up. Both topics were inspired by the changing scenery outside.
I prepared to get off the bus a block from my house. Swallowing hard I said goodbye to the dark haired beauty and made for the exit. The bus started to pull away when I heard her angelic voice over the roar of the bus.
"Gisele and the pleasure was mine."