Jamie Pt. 01

I can't believe this is who I'm staring at. It seems a million lifetimes ago. She was so gawky and awkward. Little Jamie, skinny, shy, the big glasses, always wearing her Clint Black t-shirt. I keep blinking. This is not the same Jamie I knew.

Now she's definitely not gawky or skinny. She's curvy and full figured. Tonight she's definitely not wearing her Clint Black tee. She has on a beautiful cotton dress. It's a faint pink, simple, non-descript. She is not going for flashy. She's beautiful. She knows it. She's simply going for comfort. Almost the color of a pink highlighter, the highlight is her body.

Wow, that was bad Justin. You can do better than that. She has medium length straps. There are cute buttons down the cleavage just for decoration. Like she needed any reason to look. My goodness. I feel like I've had a few, "Guys, up here" moments tonight. I hope she hasn't noticed. Or wait. Maybe she likes it. I mean, she knows she looks hot. That hair, the makeup, she carefully planned this. I mean, she after all is my date. She probably wants her date to notice.

Ugh!!!! Why is my mind like this? Calm down. She likes you. Or at least I think she does. I just moved back to town after my divorce to take care of my mom as she gets older. I happened to go to the coffee shop one evening. And there she was in this black polo with the logo and this lovely black skirt. And can I say the apron looked cute without being a misogynist? Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail; she looked stunning.

But you see, it wasn't about how she reacted to me that made me fall for her. It was how she interacted with everybody. She was excellent at taking care of her clientele. She was delightful and fun and her countenance lit up with every interaction. I completely fell for her before we even made eye contact.

It wasn't until after she began interacting with me that I recognized her. I was 18 and left the first moment I could. 25 years later I'm no longer 18. And she's DEFINITELY not 14 anymore. She's a sweet divorcee, a hardworking single mom and her aura is the sexiest thing about her. There's just something about her. Something I can't quite describe. Just... she's right.

After dinner we walked outside to the beach. She's just so... free. She took off her sandals, describing the peaceful feeling of the sand on her feet and in between her toes and all that. She dared me to walk barefoot with her. Okay, Jamie. Challenge accepted. And the walk was so peaceful. The 90's Playboy Playmates always used to say they liked "long walks on the beach" so much it became a cliche. Or so I heard. (This is just my disclaimer in case my mom reads this. Also, if she's bothered by this, she's REALLY not going to like when we have sex later on.) It was a slow pace, just me and her, the multiverse fading away.

When the moment was right, I reached my hand over to hold hers. It felt right as she squeezed mine tightly. She paused a moment. "Beautiful isn't it?" as she stared at the setting sun.

Seizing the moment, I said, "You know what, Jamie? A million sunsets combined couldn't equal your beauty." I paused, rolling my eyes. That was so cheesy you dumbass. Sigh. Confess to her. I must have look like a cringy mess. "Wow, that was so awful. My silly, corny romantic came out."

"Justin, I want you to know. I know flattery. And I know sincerity. Flattery does not get this..." Then she slowly reached her lips to me and kissed me.

"Um, wow," I reflected. "That may be in and of itself one of the finest moments in my life."

"You have no idea, Justin," she spoke through Rose colored tones. "I know you probably never thought of me back then. But, um I had the biggest crush on you."

"I'm sorry our journey took me this long, but I'm happy I have you now."

"Would you like to fulfill a teen girl's fantasy?"

"Is Chris Hansen hiding somewhere? I've seen that before."

"Still never lost that sense of humor. No, let me whisper two words in your ear. Lean in close... closer... now..." With a seductive whisper she uttered two words. "My place."