Boy was eager to please. Boy wore glasses because that was how he normally looked when he was not on camera. Boy was lean but not skinny. Short brownish hair, fair skin. Asked boy what color of his eyes were, he said, "Blue Green, sometimes blue, sometimes green." She scuffed. How could it be? She wondered.
Boy read her mind, and said, "They changed colors. On good days, they were green. Other days, they were blue." That evening boy's eyes were blue. A few days later, boy met her at a park bench, boy brought soup freshly made the night before for the girl. Girl was pleased by how spicy the soup was, celery and carrots diced into tiny bits with Italian hot sausages. It was delicious. Girl liked soup on cold days. Boy wore his glasses, with pale skin, thin lips and a tight flannel shirt that looked good on him. Girl never dated a boy who was only 24, not even when she was 24. Boy sat next to her in the park bench and gave her soup to drink. Girl said "thank you" while looked at the boy. Boy had green eyes just like he said. Green, piercing eyes. Boy had a very Germanic feature. She noticed. Boy's mother was German and dad Irish. Boy's younger sister was a platinum blonde. Boy was blond once. Boy looked like the young version of the man girl was in love with. Girl felt a tuck that was so unnatural so sudden girl wanted to throw up.
"How could it be?" Girl was thinking universe had a sick sense of humor. Universe went forward 24 years and gave her a man she loved. She fell in love with a man when the man was only eight years older than this boy. Fast forward fifteen years. Man was 48. Universe delivered a young affectionate passionate boy half of the man's age. This boy had the same name as the man. This boy looked like the man. This boy would do anything for this girl. This boy put the girl on a pedestal and admired her.
Boy was oblivious to all this. Boy had no idea what a 48 year old looked like. Boy's been out of college for two years. Boy just moved here. Boy was corn fed and innocent. Boy liked the girl because she was different than anyone he's met. Boy wanted to please the girl. Boy was happy to do anything for the girl. Boy was mesmerized by the girl. Boy wanted to give up his freedom, his young fans, his women, to be with the girl, in whichever capacity. Boy was determined.
Boy grew up in the east coast, and moved to San Francisco a year ago. Boy worked a block away from the girl. Boy had three girls whom he was involved with, but boy wanted the girl because the girl was exactly what he liked: Pretty, powerful, strong, and not at all interested in the boy in a romantic way.
Girl was quiet, yet when she spoke she meant it. Boy's constantly excited when he was around her. He wanted to please.
"I want you to check in with me every day." Girl would demand in a quiet, nonchalant way.
Boy felt all the blood rushed out of him, he was so turned on by the girl's simple comment that he was unable to contain himself. "Yes. I'd do that. For you." Boy said in a compliant way.
Boy wanted to kiss the girl. The girl pushed the boy away. Boy was disappointed but endured. Boy wanted to know what it was like to be with the girl. The thoughts did not leave him.
This was going to be a journey. Boy was not wondering why. Boy did what he knew best. Be charming. Be persistent. Be cute. Be available.
Boy was neat. So neat that he put everything away and folded things nicely. Boy was into clothing, fashion and boy was into his hair, his glasses and physique. Boy was fit, looked great on camera and boy was very good looking and he knew women liked him that way. Boy was like the man the girl loved. Except he was half of the age.
Girl was annoyed by the boy mildly. Annoyed that the boy was a carbon copy of the man she loved. Annoyed that the boy made her the priority. Annoyed that her life would become complicated if boy wanted anything more from her than she could handle. She wanted a clean, complication-free life, not some intense spring-fall romance with a boy who could be her child.
Boy flashed her big bright smile and wanted to hold the girl's hand. He was aroused by the girl and wanted to do anything to please her. In that really unusual dynamic, boy was no longer the Casanova that he was reputed to be; he became a man who was trying to earn a woman's affection.
Boy read her mind, and said, "They changed colors. On good days, they were green. Other days, they were blue." That evening boy's eyes were blue. A few days later, boy met her at a park bench, boy brought soup freshly made the night before for the girl. Girl was pleased by how spicy the soup was, celery and carrots diced into tiny bits with Italian hot sausages. It was delicious. Girl liked soup on cold days. Boy wore his glasses, with pale skin, thin lips and a tight flannel shirt that looked good on him. Girl never dated a boy who was only 24, not even when she was 24. Boy sat next to her in the park bench and gave her soup to drink. Girl said "thank you" while looked at the boy. Boy had green eyes just like he said. Green, piercing eyes. Boy had a very Germanic feature. She noticed. Boy's mother was German and dad Irish. Boy's younger sister was a platinum blonde. Boy was blond once. Boy looked like the young version of the man girl was in love with. Girl felt a tuck that was so unnatural so sudden girl wanted to throw up.
"How could it be?" Girl was thinking universe had a sick sense of humor. Universe went forward 24 years and gave her a man she loved. She fell in love with a man when the man was only eight years older than this boy. Fast forward fifteen years. Man was 48. Universe delivered a young affectionate passionate boy half of the man's age. This boy had the same name as the man. This boy looked like the man. This boy would do anything for this girl. This boy put the girl on a pedestal and admired her.
Boy was oblivious to all this. Boy had no idea what a 48 year old looked like. Boy's been out of college for two years. Boy just moved here. Boy was corn fed and innocent. Boy liked the girl because she was different than anyone he's met. Boy wanted to please the girl. Boy was happy to do anything for the girl. Boy was mesmerized by the girl. Boy wanted to give up his freedom, his young fans, his women, to be with the girl, in whichever capacity. Boy was determined.
Boy grew up in the east coast, and moved to San Francisco a year ago. Boy worked a block away from the girl. Boy had three girls whom he was involved with, but boy wanted the girl because the girl was exactly what he liked: Pretty, powerful, strong, and not at all interested in the boy in a romantic way.
Girl was quiet, yet when she spoke she meant it. Boy's constantly excited when he was around her. He wanted to please.
"I want you to check in with me every day." Girl would demand in a quiet, nonchalant way.
Boy felt all the blood rushed out of him, he was so turned on by the girl's simple comment that he was unable to contain himself. "Yes. I'd do that. For you." Boy said in a compliant way.
Boy wanted to kiss the girl. The girl pushed the boy away. Boy was disappointed but endured. Boy wanted to know what it was like to be with the girl. The thoughts did not leave him.
This was going to be a journey. Boy was not wondering why. Boy did what he knew best. Be charming. Be persistent. Be cute. Be available.
Boy was neat. So neat that he put everything away and folded things nicely. Boy was into clothing, fashion and boy was into his hair, his glasses and physique. Boy was fit, looked great on camera and boy was very good looking and he knew women liked him that way. Boy was like the man the girl loved. Except he was half of the age.
Girl was annoyed by the boy mildly. Annoyed that the boy was a carbon copy of the man she loved. Annoyed that the boy made her the priority. Annoyed that her life would become complicated if boy wanted anything more from her than she could handle. She wanted a clean, complication-free life, not some intense spring-fall romance with a boy who could be her child.
Boy flashed her big bright smile and wanted to hold the girl's hand. He was aroused by the girl and wanted to do anything to please her. In that really unusual dynamic, boy was no longer the Casanova that he was reputed to be; he became a man who was trying to earn a woman's affection.
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