These small moments of delight that precede a main course. She is down there, waiting for me in his car.
She has great hands because it's a big girl. A masculine facial features sometimes, especially when her hair is gathered in back, a little belly, and a slight overweight. His lower jaw is slightly prominent and lower incisors misplaced. I feel like a butcher.
all in his eyes. Squint a little and furtive glances provide him an undeniable charm. I'm still very disappointed. But this is only the physical. This is not the most important. The most important thing we experienced his Catholicism talked half the night. The rest is the importance that his family is his life. His magical smile, I have rarely seen. Not more than a trace of coquetry. Earrings would have done well. She is beautiful. I think she would not appeal and is successful.
escorted home I intended to offer him a necklace of polished stones for another. I hesitated between submit the thing as a lie and assure him that he was bought to the mountain to his attention at Christmas 2006, or telling the truth, he was destined to one that has greater significance and that 'I would be happy to offer it to her now. I preferred to simply say thank you for the evening. Curiously, I think of her since I got home. As in love with her. Yet some of his actions I was somewhat embarrassed, as this lighter with which she kept burning packages of our packages of cigarettes, this candle in which she kept not collect the wax with his left index finger and play with while trying to catch his eye permanently absorbed by this thankless task. This heart that I finally made with the plastic packaging melted. These kids stuff, it's waste. I want to fuck my lighters! When four o'clock in the morning I'd run out of fire, I think of you baby. Finally, his decision to go to the tavern in the company of women and especially without me. Why? Yet she had understood that I liked the place. I understand the phone yesterday she would keep me his evening. But no, she had two other appointment. One had to cancel and another that allowed him to zap me. I literally said: "Excellent evening, thank you very much, hope to the next." I do not know if I lied and said "good evening". Profile in his car, it becomes wonderfully beautiful, as if she forgot to ugly for me, and doing it covered his whole superb. In truth it is a tribute to his little nose. It is not turned up, I think it is aquiline, but tiny and cute little eyes, separated by a distance that adorable little face just gratify a beautiful harmony.
I do not like girls with big hands. In the best case I do not take them often. And our children they would have big hands too? My daughters?
More than anything I desire to see her. But we should quickly take action. I could not long endure his presence without carnal intercourse. Tonight I did not want. But just wanted to touch her belly slightly concave. His dry lips did not give the urge to kiss her. And although it was slightly raised, his lower lip when she moistened with his tongue, transformed his face and did not miss attractions. Once face to face, early dinner, I almost commit to tell her she should have put the red on her lips. I am caught up later by asking whether or not she finally waxing. That's all me. Always I will commit a blunder at the worst time - just before we left - while I have kept the whole evening. I think it has not bothered too much.
And she? Has she shown any sign of desire, some attraction to me? I think she did not even that we might be kissing. A moment in his presence I felt old and I'm there at all. Working Your Way to the charm. Like when she hung on my "Canadian accent" and I turned the conversation. In fact I'd rather not talk about this ogre for the moment, he took everything from me. But hey. It turns out that she enjoys traveling and Canada seemed to interest him. But what could I speak? Of my failures, my studies? The best moments? Those where I had decided to fully live my youth after leaving my ex? When I changed my lover three times a week I drank more beer than water. This period will likely make me an unfaithful husband, a lover of variety?
I do not know. I waited four months and it pleases me very little. Yet I fear the day of his departure in eight months. If she fell in love with my country and what future would we? I mean the best. And how to live with a girl as requested socially? I'm not being jealous, there are moments in life ... moments of doubt and moments of temptation. And our children, they would have a dual religious upbringing? His parents take badly. Not mine. And come to such ideas even as it served me repeatedly refusing to take me for a simple lover. It had to be right, having said that I loved the refusal and that "it was my pride speaking." Perhaps, then what? I love, my pride.
The contact will be possible in three hours. I'm curious to know what I say to him. Probably serve him to make me nice and I should not say, make her feel that she owes a debt to me. Yet it is universal: when you do not like for yourself, we looking for other qualities, whether or not they are, and it inevitably becomes meek.
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