“Oh well. There is no stopping this, is there?” She thought to herself as she looked at the girl walking ahead of her.
Beautiful, the type guys like. She was just the right mix of naughty and nice and fearless as hell. It did not help that she had a body like that. The kind these men dream about. While movies may try to convince the world that men fantasize about tall, thin, picture perfect women, she knew it to not be true. She was convinced that men fantasized about this kind of girl; Disney like waistline, a bottom that no form of dressing could hide; not that she was trying and frankly a girl who did not care that much about them.
“It’s quite dark,” her friend remarked. It was dark, but unlike her, she was used to this path. It had become her ritual of sorts, him. He was her new found drug. He was her only plan on most days and she actually suffered from withdrawal if she went a while without seeing him.
She thought about herself, today hadn’t been a particularly good day. Fluctuating hormones, body temperatures, energy levels plus work stress had taken their toll on her. She wasn’t dressed for pretty, she was dressed for functional, acceptable and her…
It seemed as if she was forever dressed to attract. It was not her fault; it was just the way she was. Beautiful little dress, accentuating in all the right places, hugging curves. She looked at her and she thought of herself, once described as one with an athlete’s build. Even her “curves” could be mapped out with a ruler; straight and tall. Tall, pretty much the only thing she had going for her and that itself was not always a good thing if the men you meet are not tall enough.
Why was she taking this girl along to meet him? Her person? She was on the daily wishing she would win him over by just being herself. He had won her over almost totally by doing just that. He had a way about him. A way she liked, a way she found fitting, a way she wanted to be part of; and yet here she was making it a party of three, with herself the most likely third wheel.