They met at the club she worked at. She was dancing nude and he was just having a night out with the boys, one of many. He was your average 22 year-old, interested in all the girls and not interested on any special girl. She was the most un-common anyone you could meet. That night she had given herself new goals, pick the one you wouldn't pick she said to herself. She picked him. She approached him and complimented his huge cross, she knew it was a lie but he fell for it. He loved the color of her skin, the way her hair was styled back and her almost gothic appearance. She wore a white robe that made great contrast with her milk-chocolate skin.
He wasn't shy to follow her into the back. She felt she was in control, although so did he. He enjoyed her lapdance while she hated his lack of emotion. She was used to speaking her mind and this time there was no exception. She let him know that she felt offended and he decided he wanted to prove her wrong, so he stayed more time. They talked and his ego got the best of him. He started to boast how he could impress her if she gave him the chance because he was amazing. He said all the wrong things because they had worked before and she just smiled. She was single, not looking for anything real, she was heartbroken. Since she felt nothing for this kid, she accepted; there was nothing to lose.
On their first date he totally messed up but instead of feeling discouraged he still felt on top of the world. Because the first date went so wrong she felt even more comfortable with him. She couldn't fall for this guy, he was an idiot. She didn't know he wasn't an idiot, but he was persistant. One date turned into two dates, so forth and so on. In a matter of time he had managed to sneak his way into her private corner; her home. He started visiting her constantly, just to spend time with her. They weren't sexually active and she couldn't understand his interest in being there for anything else. Slowly but surely he started to win her heart. Two months later when she gave in to lust, they made a connection on her level. She thought they had experienced the same thing, the beginning of love. She was wrong. He had shown what she thought was patience but the truth was he was never in a rush. Although he was younger than her, he understood that everything in life is achievable. It's only a matter of time. It's not that he didn't call her the next day, he did. He just didn't change, he didn't respect her more, care for her more, or love her. He wasn't invested and he wasn't looking to make more of it. It killed her to find out that at the age of 27 she still had so much to learn.
This proved that men and women are never on the same page. It scared her so much but she never backs down because of fear. She thought emotions could be controled; and a thought like that could only verify that she did have alot to learn.
To be continued......
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