Dear Smoking-Hot-Woman-Who-Gave-Me-Directions-Yesterday Evening:
I'm still somewhat bemused by our encounter last night. There I sat on my scooter, map in hand, likely with a befuddled look upon my face* and you came toward me - smiling, pulling your ear buds from your ears - your hazel/green eyes alight with amusement, as if we were friends - good friends: and you’d come upon me (“silly Kit” the affectionate subtext);
and you said, a laugh in your voice "Where are you..." and then you were upon me, inches from me,
leaning over the map in my hand, saying "I know where that is. Let's see, this street is called...." and then you stepped back onto the sidewalk and gave me detailed and fulsome directions, some of which I even retained;
but I was caught in the honey-warmth of your fragrance: something like sandy beaches and late summer hay and subtly sweetened spice; pulled into you by your hands as you gestured, my eyes following them to your yoga/taut shoulders, the damp curl of your short auburn hair at your jaw, the high V of your neckline - an intimation of tawny-gold collarbone inviting my glance.
I don’t know what it was about you that was so warm and sexy. I couldn't pull you out of a crowd as I have only a visceral impression - neither the form of your nose nor the shape of your mouth...
but when I left my destination and was on my way home, I wondered if you were behind the dark/light windows of one of the houses I passed; or whether you might be lounging on your porch in the twilight, enjoying short-but-sweet relief from the heat in the cool night breeze; wondered too why I thought of you on my way to work this morning.
It was, I think, the openness in your manner, not only the hint of the shape of you in your loose clothes - the humour and intelligence in your eyes, not just your inviting fragrance - it was that you seem to be a woman who is content and confident and happy: perhaps it was the barest suggestion of a wholeness that was so beguiling.
Wherever you are - I wish you more of the same. And I thank you for that brief delight.
*later, I discovered that Google maps had somehow given me walking directions to my destination, likely because I’d entered a subway station as my starting point - and the directions were impossible to follow on a vehicle. No wonder I couldn't find the "streets" on the map - they were laneways through parks and between buildings!
and you said, a laugh in your voice "Where are you..." and then you were upon me, inches from me,
leaning over the map in my hand, saying "I know where that is. Let's see, this street is called...." and then you stepped back onto the sidewalk and gave me detailed and fulsome directions, some of which I even retained;
but I was caught in the honey-warmth of your fragrance: something like sandy beaches and late summer hay and subtly sweetened spice; pulled into you by your hands as you gestured, my eyes following them to your yoga/taut shoulders, the damp curl of your short auburn hair at your jaw, the high V of your neckline - an intimation of tawny-gold collarbone inviting my glance.
I don’t know what it was about you that was so warm and sexy. I couldn't pull you out of a crowd as I have only a visceral impression - neither the form of your nose nor the shape of your mouth...
but when I left my destination and was on my way home, I wondered if you were behind the dark/light windows of one of the houses I passed; or whether you might be lounging on your porch in the twilight, enjoying short-but-sweet relief from the heat in the cool night breeze; wondered too why I thought of you on my way to work this morning.
It was, I think, the openness in your manner, not only the hint of the shape of you in your loose clothes - the humour and intelligence in your eyes, not just your inviting fragrance - it was that you seem to be a woman who is content and confident and happy: perhaps it was the barest suggestion of a wholeness that was so beguiling.
Wherever you are - I wish you more of the same. And I thank you for that brief delight.
*later, I discovered that Google maps had somehow given me walking directions to my destination, likely because I’d entered a subway station as my starting point - and the directions were impossible to follow on a vehicle. No wonder I couldn't find the "streets" on the map - they were laneways through parks and between buildings!