A love story of the lesbian variety.
On the way back from this meeting/rest/library seminar…(felt like it anyway), I discovered I was round the corner from Michaels sunbed shop and thought about popping in…I don’t really pop in, especially when I’m thinking of the work I’ve got in a few minutes.
But I had this innate feeling to just pop in…nothing in my mind, just a gentle push…I came in through the left hand side, as if I was going down hill, I entered the shop and saw Michael straight away, he came in front of the counter to talk to me, we were talking about me taking pictures at his party…I was re-assuring him that I would be there, camera in hand and will edit them nice, I looked out the corner of my eye and saw a new girl, she was slumped on the desk as if she didn’t want to be there, I couldn’t quite figure the situation out, I immediately thought that this girl was bored of it already and that she was looking for a challenge, in retrospect, that girl needed enlightenment, a clever girl who needs constant up hill resistance.
I looked at Michael and whispered/mouthed ‘is that the one?’ he nodded and carried on talking as to not embarrass her or make her feel as though we were whispering about her. I turned my body to involve her into the conversation in some way, but she seemed shy and a bit confused. When I left, as I did have work…I text Michael saying how fit she was, I don’t really know why, as I don’t really do that…I’m a very direct person who will tell someone to their face, but for some reason I felt as though that one could not be fooled by my arrogance, she’d see straight through it as if I was lying to her and trying to play her. I thought nothing more and walked to work, only to get there and get a text saying some rude things, along the lines of ‘I’m a curious girl who wants to be ragged round’ initially I just thought, ‘Oh my god’ what on earth, I was intrigued by her and wanted to find out more but was put off by the text, I tried to reply with tasteful replies but would keep her talking…she looked quiet and subdued not a boystress ladette who wanted to be ragged round, something wasn’t adding up and I suspected Michael was behind the texts. They were definitely attention grabbing, anything less at that point and it would have been like all the other texts I was receiving, the usual ‘Hi, how are you doing? Thought I’d say hi’ which basically says…’Hi, I’ve got no confidence, I don’t really care how your doing I just want to be associated with you’, so this straight to the point confidence was quite the eye catcher…I do believe I met my match that day.
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