Young lives
I met a woman as she'd just finished High School. She'd found a boy and moved in with him and they went to Uni together. His house was kinda small and bare. I met them again a couple of years later as they were attending Uni. It was election time and long queue's of people waited to vote. They didn't seem too interested and instead the woman asked me how some light fittings around the garden beds fitted together. Not long later we were on a bus wending it's way through the Uni. The boy needed to get something from the union building and I mentioned that if he got off at a certain stop he could get to the building he wanted, and then to another stop that the bus would be at about 10 minutes later. He decided to try it and it was just the woman and I on the bus. We chatted and she moved closer to me and she was very nice, and almost semi-snuggling me when I accidentally brushed her breast. Then there was distance and apologising and *sigh* I met them again a couple of years later, at the end of their degrees. They were sitting on chairs at the front of their place enjoying the sunshine and I heard her say that she'd help him get a boyfriend. I wondered if they'd both realised that they were gay or what? They invited me inside and the house had been decorated. It was still a small, narrow house without much room, but now it was much smaller, tighter, and cluttered because of all the extra furniture that had been moved in. I sat on a narrow couch and across from me was a narrow set of drawers in white wicker, with a mirror hung above them. Lots of little lamps were on top of the drawers, with lots of thick glass beads hanging from them, almost an attempt at a chandelier. The woman turned them on and they gave off a very soft warm glow which was rather nice. A kitchen table filled most of the rest of the room, places were already laid for 6. The woman wanted to get something and there was another set of drawers, this time in front of a cupboard with sliding doors. She had to lever the drawers out of place slightly and lean over them to open the cupboard, and the whole house seemed to me to be cluttered. Somehow I assumed that she had done all this. She came back and we got chatting and the question of what she would do now came up. She didn't seem too concerned, and when the boy asked her why not, she answered by pointing to me and mentioning that I'd tried to seduce her a couple of times over the years. The boy seemed surprised. The woman looked at me and I told her that I thought that she was very nice and was rather gorgeous. She pouted at that and asked why only rather. I replied with a smile that I really didn't know her that well yet. She was pleased with that, yet I was worried that if the whole house was her idea, how could I live with her?