How do I love you?
Let me count the ways…
The first was in a black Nissan jeep. He rolled down his window and looked at her. She felt an excited shiver all the way to her little toe. He was perfection personified. His teeth were even, his palms looked strong, he had the carriage of a man that savored hard work both in work and “play”. Her mind wandered. She thought of boat cruises, passionate kisses and trysts on sun-warmed beaches.
A car honked behind her, she returned to reality.
Next was a stately looking man.
A man smiling foolishly and nodding as he drove caught her attention. She checked for a handsfree or any device to indicate he was on a call; it would mean he wasn’t a driving madman.
It was then she saw him.
Seated at the back seat was another man. He bore a look that would make the wealthiest sultan quake. His clothing was crisp, his skin looked like a chocolate bar, opened at the right temperature and his hair oh his hair. His hair was sprinkled with enough grays to tease her obsession. She realized she was staring. Both men had stopped talking the driver obviously did not appreciate his boss being stared at like food. Who could blame her? He did look delicious.
Ah well she popped a mint-flavored candy into her mouth their loss.
Temptation was the one now ahead of her at the cash register. Earlier, he had held open the door for her, complimented her outfit and you know, done things that would make the crudest waif feel like a lady. He smelled right, talked right and acted like he was valedictorian at his finishing school.
Decked in safari shorts with a polo shirt that did nothing to hide his masculinity. He took her hesitation as a challenge and set about dousing her with charm.
The mistake was in a Danfo.
Dressed in white with dark locks flapping in the wind. She had recently been studying pictures of ‘Marley Hair’ so when she taught she saw a live sample on a woman she strained for another look. It was then he turned. He caught her perusal and gave an encouraging nod. Startled, she looked away but doubted she was a he. Thinking it was safe she turned to the subject once more wanted to be certain he wasn't a she. He wore white pearls in his earlobes and a velvet cap on his head and was blowing her a kiss? Horrified she looked away.
The door was open she walked in. Lying down in his Pajama bottom with his fingers faithfully scratching his balls was the one she lived with. Multitasking for him was channel surfing while scratching his balls. He paused for a moment and looked at her. With a lopsided smile, he bounded up, caught her wrist and pulling her gently to himself, fell back on the sofa. he eased off her heels, stroked her cheek and planted a kiss on her forehead. With a sigh he whispered. You are beautiful.
She snuggled into his embrace reassured and content.
The end
