Stopping in at one of my regular stops on my daily rounds. I happen to be standing in line behind a woman waiting to be rung up for her purchases. Standing behind her, or course I notice her figure, she is quite lovely. Hearing her speak, her voice didn't seem to quite fit the body somehow. She was standing there visiting with the clerk for a moment, he carded her for her purchases. He remembered her from a previous visit after looking at her I.D. I bumped into her and she turned around and I could see why she was being carded, she was beautiful. Her face was ageless. She was 28 years old, and looked like barely 18. The clerk, her and myself talked for a few minutes, he was talking about being married and having kids, she talked about her last relationship. 8 years and he left with another woman. As she talked about the details a little bit, I had an urge to reach out and hug her, but I restrained myself."I'm so sorry that had to happen to you, I mean you're definately better off, but that doesn't take the pain away." I had a story of my own to share, in an attempt to let her know I understand her pain. "Is it so hard to find someone to hold, to love, to do things with and for? Someone who won't lie to you, use you, are those people really that rare?" I asked. "I just really want someone to cook for", she said. "Oh Really?", was my reply. "I Love to cook" she said, as she spoke I could see her passion for it welling up inside of her. "I tell you what, I love to cook as well, let me cook for you." She didn't hesitate a moment, "Sure, I would love that" "If you are good, I'll let you help", I snickered.
We parted ways without exhanging information. If it's meant to be, I'll see her again.
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