And then, I turn on my phone after work and there's a voicemail from G. He is yelling hockey stats again, and I can't help but grin like a damned fool. His excitement is infectious. I'm still not sure why he's calling me and I am waiting for the day when he stops. ~ Standing at the work table, palms flat on the smooth surface. I am naked, completely so, and comfortable. I am looking over my shoulder with anticipation, sun shining through the curtain of my hair and turning it to fire and gold. He pauses, a catch in his voice: "You look very beautiful like that," he says. "You have such a classic beauty." I smile, a slow cat-like crawl across my face, and say, "Hurry up." ~ Mike sits on the other side of the table, a couple people down. I watch him as he talks, while other people talk around me. He is a beautiful man. Thirty years old, barrel chested, black hair in a deep widow's peak. His eyes are long lashed, and smile constantly. I want to touch him in his no place so badly, but he barely even acknowledges my existence. But then...he doesn't really notice anyone romantically. He's about as flirtatious as a fence post. ~ I think about love and lust a lot. The differences, the similarities. The difficulty of having a significant relationship without a combination of the two. Life is so weird. . Rosie.
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