It’s funny how these things start and i always half joke with my friends that I’ll probably meet my future wife in the gym and probably not. And in the gym you notice her running, she’s focused and steady. Even though she’s 5?11 and 152 lbs she has a way of making herself invisible. One of my boys who spent most of his time in the cardio area had become good friends with her, he made the introduction and a couple of weeks later I got her phone number to hang out with our group the next time we went out. We did so, in a big groups she’s shy and we didn’t really get to talk. A couple of weeks later I was pretty board so I texted her during the day to see what’s up. We flirted back and forth rapid fire for a couple of minutes. I asked her what her plans were for the coming weekend. She had plans on Saturday but nothing on Friday. I suggested we meet up for drinks and conversation somewhere near by. She waited exactly 45 minutes before replying back with, “sure”.

From the beginning there was something different about this first date, about me this time. I wasn’t really excited, more calm with no expectations. Instead of my suiting up and going with my GQ style, I wore jeans, a white button up and a black military jacket. From what I’ve heard about Brazilian girls she was dressed down herself. Black tights, little black fur boots, a long low plunging v neck purple top. Light make up but it added to the theme of our date, comfortable. She reminds me of an ex but to be specific the last girl I said I love you to more than five years ago and she embodies many of the same characteristics. 5?11 and all limbs from a little village in Sao Paulo and she’s often mistaken for being Parisian. She played basketball and volleyball in high school. And in the summer her favorite sport is swimming. You can easily imagine her in her teen years being in one of those stories that starts with some scout for some agency discovering her on the beach throwing a frisbee with her friends and then ends with her walking some runway half naked wearing 10 foot Angel wings…. or not.

On our comfortable date we both order Miller light drafts and appetizers. She 30 and came here two years ago for her masters degree that she just got. She’s also studying French for her third language. If she wasn’t so attractive her accent would be annoying. She stresses the e and y in words and even in words that don’t have an e or y. “Huneeey, Funyyyy, babeeeeyyyyy”. You’ll get used to it and eventually start doing it too without realizing. She has that pull on people, she’ll get you to do things you normally wouldn’t. Our conversation is great and we spend it really talking about our past and who we are, I make her laugh and god she reminds me of my ex lover… all of them. I make her blush and look away when the sexual tension becomes too much. Overall she’s a good girl but when I suggest we go back to my apartment close by to watch movies on Demand and drink some wine she doesn’t skip a beat and says ok.

At my place I put on something boring but with pretty colors so we can watch on low and not really have to pay attention to…. Australia (suck it). It works. Half way through our first glass of white, I tell her with a straight face I think we should make out. She of course says no with a smile. I putt my drink down and go in. There’s a hunger to the way she kisses, she alternates between gently biting my upper lip and my lower lip in the exact same way my ex did. She slides her self down and flattens herself so i can properly get on top of her for some dry foreplay. I start kissing on her neck and her breathing gets heavy. The pauses between kissing and licking are rhythmic, I’ve got a pattern. All of a sudden my roommate, little Asian Ahmadinejad walks in…. Dagger We both look at each other and giggle like two middle schoolers who just got caught making out by their parents. We eventually went to my room but still all we did was make out, try as I might she told me she wanted to take things very slow with me. She made me walk her down stairs and we kissed a little bit more. As I rode back up in the elevator barefoot with jeans and my white t shirt on I smile to myself over how easy the whole was. It felt like I already knew her before or she brought out the part of me I used to be. It was just the right amount of drinks, right amount of food, right amount of messing around mixed with conversation. I knew it was a good date because it left me hungry to experience all of those things again with her. Comfortable