part-trader
Jan 20th, 2007, 08:53 PM
So there's this girl I've known for a year that I've been falling for and she doesn't know it. Or atleast she doesn't know how far I've fallen. Sounds like a story you've heard before, huh? Maybe so but this is my story and story begins like this.
We'll call her Ms. S. And I might as well describe her since you're all dying to know what she looks like, right? Well, she's 30 the same age as me and approximately 5'8", with stylish chestnut hair that always smells perfectly divine when she walks by. She's got an infectious, soft kind of laugh that resonates and breaks you down into laughter within seconds. She's got a toned body, not muscular-crazy fit but just right and healthy looking. Hot. I'm in love with her smile. She's got the kind of smile that asks to be kissed even at the most inappropriate times.
Now I know you're thinking that I'm creating this goddess image and yeah I guess I am but let me balance it out a bit and point out a few things that I like about her the most and what makes her unique. Ms. S. is a sloucher and although she's got a great body she hides it with baggy clothes and I sense she doesn't have the greatest fashion sense at all. I've hinted a few times to try wearing something a little more fitting to flatter her physique but she just shrugs and doesn't understand the need to conform and look like the ailing celebrities in the magazines. She's an environmentalist. And not just the everyday I-Just-Saw-An Inconvenient Truth and now I'm going to save the planet environmentalist but a purist of sorts that I truly admire. Which is something that's caught fire the past few years in the media as being the good thing to say and the in thing to do. She the one that makes my reality come asunder. I can be sitting at my desk in complete concentration and entirely focused on task but as soon as I hear her voice or realize her presence that complete awareness warps me into chemical meltdown as the dopamine begins to flow...ah the feeling of natural drugs.
There's probably spelling errors and grammatical problems but its 10pm and I've been working a 16hrs so I don't really care at this point.
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We'll call her Ms. S. And I might as well describe her since you're all dying to know what she looks like, right? Well, she's 30 the same age as me and approximately 5'8", with stylish chestnut hair that always smells perfectly divine when she walks by. She's got an infectious, soft kind of laugh that resonates and breaks you down into laughter within seconds. She's got a toned body, not muscular-crazy fit but just right and healthy looking. Hot. I'm in love with her smile. She's got the kind of smile that asks to be kissed even at the most inappropriate times.
Now I know you're thinking that I'm creating this goddess image and yeah I guess I am but let me balance it out a bit and point out a few things that I like about her the most and what makes her unique. Ms. S. is a sloucher and although she's got a great body she hides it with baggy clothes and I sense she doesn't have the greatest fashion sense at all. I've hinted a few times to try wearing something a little more fitting to flatter her physique but she just shrugs and doesn't understand the need to conform and look like the ailing celebrities in the magazines. She's an environmentalist. And not just the everyday I-Just-Saw-An Inconvenient Truth and now I'm going to save the planet environmentalist but a purist of sorts that I truly admire. Which is something that's caught fire the past few years in the media as being the good thing to say and the in thing to do. She the one that makes my reality come asunder. I can be sitting at my desk in complete concentration and entirely focused on task but as soon as I hear her voice or realize her presence that complete awareness warps me into chemical meltdown as the dopamine begins to flow...ah the feeling of natural drugs.
There's probably spelling errors and grammatical problems but its 10pm and I've been working a 16hrs so I don't really care at this point.
2b continued