Random meeting with short hair girl
May 13th 2008 07:05
I mention girls in swimsuits again below. So here's another picture of a hot girl in a swimsuit. I don't even know her name. And who cares!
It was early Sunday morning and I had just woken up after not being out the night before. Why wasn’t I out on a Saturday night? Part of my resolve to be a better person included not going out and instead behaving myself. I had not spoken to short hair girl for ten days and after my bolt of lightening, I was actually being a much better person.
I was with a friend, his girlfriend and a very hot friend of hers. Medium height but smashing body, dark, straight hair, porcelain skin and a beautiful, warm and friendly face. She had the most amazing eyes. They were the washed out blue of the sky on a blisteringly hot day, but then had a vibrancy, a shine at the same time. They were like sleek, shiny metal that glowed with some sort of internal energy. The nearest colour I could match to them was cobalt. So let’s call her cobalt girl.
We all chatted, I gave her a strawberry but I wasn’t getting anywhere. Oh and that’s right, I wasn’t trying to pick up.
On this Sunday morning we were off to an ocean swim. It was a 2km swim that people do for fun. Trust me, it is fun and while I was only in bathers, which are the most unflattering piece of clothing ever, the girls were in skin tight one piece costumes and looked smashing. These are fit girls. Most of them, anyway. Some of the girls made standing around in my pair of togs very awkward. I stayed in my jeans until race time to avoid showing off my semi to bystanders. Once in bathers I looked at the fat girls every time I got too excited. They were disgusting. Fat women in bathers, it was like mince meat bursting out the sides of it’s packaging.
Anyway, I train during the week for these swims and usually finish top ten in my age group. You can’t keep a body as good as mine just through shagging, you need to do a heap of exercise as well.
So I was hanging out with these three people then I saw short hair girl. Remember that she’s a swimmer? Well I went and said hi. She was with the German Tosser. I asked her what was going on. She claimed that they were friends and he didn’t know anyone so needed a lift to the race. He had crashed his car earlier remember?
I believed her. Not because I’m an idiot but if you love someone you should trust them. I finished ninth and at the pub after the swim with my friend and his girlfriend, since cobalt girl had left, we spoke about short hair girl and I could tell from their looks of pity that they didn’t believe short her girl. They thought she was back together with him.
It was weird. We were supposed to be on a break and the last time we had spoken she had told me I had saved her from a life with him. Is this because I had kissed another girl? I resolved to find out on Monday.
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