So a friend asked in his blog about the one who got away. I got to thinking about his question and realized that of all the loves in my life, the one I regret most is the one who never was
As I look back on the women that Ive been attracted to, I realize that they have all been modeled on her. I realize now that Ive been searching for another anemic snowflake (my nickname for her) for all these years.
She worked the evening shift and I worked the overnight at a retail chain that shall remain nameless. From the first time that I saw her I thought that she was unequivocally, the most beautiful woman that Id ever seen. (To be honest I still have yet to meet anyone so captivating.)
The first thing that I noticed was her build, lithe and willowy. Her small ripe breasts were just a touch more than a handful. (Or so they appeared. Tragically, I never got to cup them in my hands.) Then came her firm, compact ass, the mesmerizing sway of her hips as she walked. No. Strike that. She didnt walk. She prowled from one spot to another with the sensuous grace of a jungle cat.
She had this alabaster skin that was positively luminescent. Her eyes pulled me in every time that she looked at me.
She was smart as a whip, funny, whimsical and eclectic. Even given the depth of my attraction towards her, I think that I would have been happy just having her call me friend.
Unfortunately it just wasnt meant to be. She was in a relationship with a total winner and Im just not the guy to sniff around like that. I later heard that she left said winner, but I never saw her again after that to confess my feelings.
I got a wild hair up my ass and looked her up on myspace a few weeks ago. Shes still as gorgeous as ever. Ive toyed with the idea of sending a shout out to her, but I doubt shed even remember me.
Ok, so my tale of woe isnt all that impressive or heart-wrenching, but there it is. One of, if not the , largest regrets of my life. I think that if I got one wish or one trip in the way-back machine that Id use it on her.
As I look back on the women that Ive been attracted to, I realize that they have all been modeled on her. I realize now that Ive been searching for another anemic snowflake (my nickname for her) for all these years.
She worked the evening shift and I worked the overnight at a retail chain that shall remain nameless. From the first time that I saw her I thought that she was unequivocally, the most beautiful woman that Id ever seen. (To be honest I still have yet to meet anyone so captivating.)
The first thing that I noticed was her build, lithe and willowy. Her small ripe breasts were just a touch more than a handful. (Or so they appeared. Tragically, I never got to cup them in my hands.) Then came her firm, compact ass, the mesmerizing sway of her hips as she walked. No. Strike that. She didnt walk. She prowled from one spot to another with the sensuous grace of a jungle cat.
She had this alabaster skin that was positively luminescent. Her eyes pulled me in every time that she looked at me.
She was smart as a whip, funny, whimsical and eclectic. Even given the depth of my attraction towards her, I think that I would have been happy just having her call me friend.
Unfortunately it just wasnt meant to be. She was in a relationship with a total winner and Im just not the guy to sniff around like that. I later heard that she left said winner, but I never saw her again after that to confess my feelings.
I got a wild hair up my ass and looked her up on myspace a few weeks ago. Shes still as gorgeous as ever. Ive toyed with the idea of sending a shout out to her, but I doubt shed even remember me.
Ok, so my tale of woe isnt all that impressive or heart-wrenching, but there it is. One of, if not the , largest regrets of my life. I think that if I got one wish or one trip in the way-back machine that Id use it on her.