As I was saying he began to unbuckle his belt, pull his zipper down, and removed his pants to reveal.............his ….brightly……colored………riding……shorts. He pulled up the straps of his shorts and put on a matching colored jersey. By the time we got to the Marigot port in St. Martin he was in full cycling gear.
Ohhhhhhh!!!!..........That explains the sexy bod and why my aunt would later call him "a lean cuisine"……. Yum!
Can you imagine my delight?!!!!! (Blushing as I write this)
I came off the boat before he did, pleased with my boat ride entertainment. No sleeping this trip. I was not expecting anything else in fact I had already accepted the fact that he was just a cool cat I met on the boat and that was as far as I would get. I don't even remember seeing him as I passed through passport control with the French immigration. I proceeded outside and waited for my brother to pick me up.
Thank God, my brother was his usual late self (this must have been the only time I was happy he was late) because mystery guy found me standing outside the ferry terminal waiting.
Him: Hello (with that drop dead gorgeous smile of his)
Me: Hey
Him: What’s your name?
Me: Tami
Him: I’m Kris, can I call you?
Me: Nice to meet you Kris, Sure.
And he proceeds to take out a pen and piece of paper with shaking hands to the point I thought, oh God, I gave the man a seizure by saying yes.
Then I started thinking, do I really want to go there. I remembered having to walk in a wedding with a guy that was so nervous that his hands were always shaking and down wet. Imagine trying to walk down the aisle in a church with a smile and your partners hands are down wet and shaking….Not fun, just gross. Dude, I don’t know you like that to be sharing all that bodily fluid.
Back to earth Tami, reality check, THIS IS NOT THE SAME GUY! AND THIS ONE IS CUTE!
And besides, he may turn out to be a really good friend.
So, I gave him my number and he gave me his number……….…..little did he know it would be a long time before he would get to see me again.
Ohhhhhhh!!!!..........That explains the sexy bod and why my aunt would later call him "a lean cuisine"……. Yum!
Can you imagine my delight?!!!!! (Blushing as I write this)
I came off the boat before he did, pleased with my boat ride entertainment. No sleeping this trip. I was not expecting anything else in fact I had already accepted the fact that he was just a cool cat I met on the boat and that was as far as I would get. I don't even remember seeing him as I passed through passport control with the French immigration. I proceeded outside and waited for my brother to pick me up.
Thank God, my brother was his usual late self (this must have been the only time I was happy he was late) because mystery guy found me standing outside the ferry terminal waiting.
Him: Hello (with that drop dead gorgeous smile of his)
Me: Hey
Him: What’s your name?
Me: Tami
Him: I’m Kris, can I call you?
Me: Nice to meet you Kris, Sure.
And he proceeds to take out a pen and piece of paper with shaking hands to the point I thought, oh God, I gave the man a seizure by saying yes.
Then I started thinking, do I really want to go there. I remembered having to walk in a wedding with a guy that was so nervous that his hands were always shaking and down wet. Imagine trying to walk down the aisle in a church with a smile and your partners hands are down wet and shaking….Not fun, just gross. Dude, I don’t know you like that to be sharing all that bodily fluid.
Back to earth Tami, reality check, THIS IS NOT THE SAME GUY! AND THIS ONE IS CUTE!
And besides, he may turn out to be a really good friend.
So, I gave him my number and he gave me his number……….…..little did he know it would be a long time before he would get to see me again.
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