Page 19 of The Girlfriend Game
And that smile. Mountain Man is right about the influence a smile can have on a person’s attractiveness.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts of Zeke. I try my best to avoid any conflict by ignoring a patient’s attractiveness, but it’s hard not to find Zeke handsome. And charming. And downright hot.
But I shouldn’t think of him when I’m conversing with another man.
As for Mountain Man, it’s completely natural for both of us to fantasize about the other. We all carry around an image of the ideal man or woman in our minds and create them based on our physical and emotional needs. It’s an image of our perfect other half.
I finish off the remaining crackers and wipe my hands on a napkin before typing out my response.
The Other Sister:You made me laugh with that last bit and I appreciate that. I’ve had a long and strange day, too. Reading your note reminded me that if we can’t laugh at the end of the day, then it wasn’t a good day, after all.
And as for wanting to know what I look like, I think it’s completely natural for us to imagine what the other looks like. Right now, we are the perfect fantasy for each other.
You want to know how I imagine you?
His reply is immediate and gives me a jolt of excitement.
Mountain Man:Yes.
I wiggle back into the couch and grin a lame school-girl crush smile.
The Other Sister:Well, because I’m 5’6”, I imagine you would be taller than me. At least six feet or taller. Amended to say: that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t find you attractive if you’re not. I’m just talking my fantasy.
Because I’m not a waif-thin woman and I do like to eat, I guess you could say I have a full booty, which hopefully scores me points based on what you said earlier. When it comes to physicality, I want someone who isn’t afraid to grab my ass, pick me up, and use his strength to show his affection. No need to treat me like a fine piece of breakable china. I am a very physical woman when it comes to sex.
I swallow in surprise as I realize what I just typed out. I consider deleting it, but hit send anyway. The wine I’ve had has loosened my inhibitions more than usual. And I want to be open about my sexuality and needs upfront. I’m not going to second-guess myself. If I scare him off, so be it.
But it doesn’t seem I have.
Mountain Man:Oh, fuck. You went ahead and did it, didn’t you? My hands are twitching now with an uncontrollable need to feel your ass. Can you give some more definition? On a scale of celebrity butts, would you say your ass is a Jessica Biel, Jennifer Lopez, or the leading contender for booty prizes of the world, Kim Kardashian?
The Other Sister:Hmm…let me see…hold on…looking at my butt in the mirror…I’d have to say between Jessica and Jennifer. But all natural, of course.
Mountain Man:Dead. Call the medics. They’ll have to revive me.
The Other Sister:You crack me up. I like that about you.
Mountain Man:Woman, you do a helluva lot more than that to me. In fact, I need to go take a cold shower and handle some business.
The Other Sister:Really? Just from discussing my best asset? Did that turn you on?
Mountain Man:I’m a guy. So yeah, pretty much the images of your ass have got me hard. The next best thing to seeing it is talking about it.
The Other Sister:Do you need me to let you go then, so you can *ahem* take care of things?
I don’t know what’s happening to me right now, but I can’t believe I’ve allowed this conversation to take the course that it has. I’ve never been squeamish talking about sex because, let’s face it, it’s all about psychology. The physical need is only one component. The rest is emotional and mental.
But right now, with this man I barely know, my inhibitions have simply vanished. I’m freely asking dirty questions and sharing fantasies with him just as easily as if I was talking about the weather.
A few minutes pass and when his reply comes in, I know we’ve just moved to the next step in our online dating progress. We’ve officially moved into sexual flirtation.
And I like it.
Mountain Man:I’m not a dick pic kind of guy and am happy to report I’ve never sent one. Well, that’s not exactly true. I once sent a buddy of mine a picture of Dick Vitale as a joke. Probably doesn’t count, though, right? It was a Dick pic. Get it?
Anyway, if I was that type of guy and I did do that sort of thing, you’d get a good depiction of how hard you made me in your inbox.But I guess you’ll just have to imagine it for now. Goodnight. Sweet and dirty dreams.
Oh. My. God. I won’t sleep a wink tonight.
