Hotness of a man

learning things

I learned something really quick. The

girl could fish!

She was fishing me under the table

and having a great time doing it. That

was okay because I was getting a first-

class look at who she really was.

She was funny and yet she could be

serious, but not too serious. She laughed

with uninhibited delight, as I let on about how badly she was smoking me.

It was a test. Most importantly, I

could see she was behaving around me

like I hadn’t seen her do with anyone

else.

That said, I knew she was a girl with

a history. There was no getting around

that one. I either had to accept it or move

on.

The bigger question to me was

would the girl get tired of someone like

me with not much life of the party in him

and move on to flashier game? It didn’t

seem like it at the moment as truly the

infatuation of early romance had to be

playing its game of cover-up as well.

Why would God expose me to someone like her who I could easily fall

in love with, when I could tell that she

was volatile of emotion enough to leave

me in as big a hurry as she was in a

hurry to be with me?

Intrinsically I sensed that she had

been hurt by something. A past breakup,

maybe? Was I the rebound?

“You’re very serious over there. If

the gears grind any louder you might

blow a piston.” She teased from her spot

on the bank of the stream.

I smiled and glanced her way. She

was giving me a serious look.

Then precociously as it was her

nature to be like she said, “You’re

thinking about me.”

I nodded. She went back to fishing

and seemed content to do only that.

Curious, I asked, “Aren’t you going

to ask about what?”

She shook her head, “Nope. In a way

it’s enough to know you find me worth

thinking about so deeply. But I won’t lie;

I would love to know your every

thought.”

Sincerely I said, “You’re beautiful,

in fact you’re the most beautiful woman

I’ve ever met.”

She glanced at me and smiled

hesitatingly before she said, “But?”

“You scare me.” I said telling her up

front just how I felt. I didn’t believe in hiding my emotions and that was one of

the reasons that I was so easily hurt by

others, but there was no other way that

seemed right to me other than to be the

way that I was.

She said nothing for a long moment. I

glanced at her and saw that she was

staring at the horizon. Tears were

slipping down her cheeks.

Quietly I laid my pole down and

came up behind her. Reaching around

her I took her pole away and then pulled

her into me as I hugged from behind.

Her body shook with a heavy sob

that seemed to be the great opening of a

sudden floodgate from within and she

turned within my clasp and sobbed openly against my chest even as she held

tightly to me with her own arms. I said

nothing and did nothing but hold her. For

better or worse, I’d made a choice and

already I confessed to the fact that I

loved this fiercely emotional whirlwind

of a woman that had flown into my life

and was now turning everything upside

down.

Her crying had abated some, when

with a sudden movement, she lifted her

head to look up at me. I had been

enjoying the smell of her hair, but now I

focused in on her face as she

emotionally said, “I will pack up my

stuff and leave if you want me to.”

Smiling wryly I shrugged and said,

“Why would I want you to do that?”

Her eyes were twin pools of

question and I explained. “I may have

been a coward for the first several

weeks of your stay here, but at no point

did I want you to be gone. Samantha I’m

pretty sure you’ve noticed how attracted

to you I am. The reason I’ve held back is

I didn’t think there was a chance with a

big city girl like you and I don’t like to

make an embarrassment of myself.”

“What’s changed?”

“Well… you. You came hunting for

me. You want me. I find that both

humbling and amazing. I have very little

to offer you.”

She shook her head as she wiped

tears at the same time, even as with passion she said, “That is absolutely not

true! Women where I come from would

kill to be with a man like you. You’re

everything that men used to be like, but

aren’t anymore. You’re very much like

my father in some ways and I really

don’t want to hurt you. Some may think

you’re weak to be the way you are, but I

know how valuable you are. You’re rare

Stephen. I…. I’ve been attracted to and

what you are as much as I’ve been

admittedly in lust for your body."