Ever since I first met Dave in college I was attracted to him.Ever since I first met Dave in college I was attracted to him. We dated once or twice but for some reason or another, we never got real close and we never made it together. It was purely by coincidence that, after five years, we met again. After some small talk, he suggested that I come over some day and meet his wife. HIS WIFE? We agreed that I would come over for dinner. After I rang the bell, I was hoping that Dave would answer the door. I did not want to meet his wife right off the bat. My mind just raced with the thought of what she would look like. I wasn't a slouch by any means but I don't think that I could have handled having dinner with my ex-boyfriend and his beauty queen wife. With my luck, she would answer the door in her tiara. I realized that I would be spared my imaginary horrors when Dave answered the door. I entered the very tastefully decorated home and discretely began to "scan" for the you-know-who. She wasn't to be seen. But then I heard Dave say, "I'd like you to meet my wife." I turned around to see her enter the room from the hallway. She was certainly a beautiful woman. Maybe even beauty queen caliber. She had long, softly curled, light brown hair that lay gently around her sholders. Her light blue knit top and white slacks very tastefully hugged a slim and curvacious figure. But for some reason, I instantly felt comfortable. Any fears I had of being "out classed" just vanished. I think it was her face that told me that I was being very silly for allowing myself to be intimidated before I had even met her. Her expression was warm, soft and very friendly. |