Her body language
Said all the things she couldn’t.
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Text: © Vivian Zems (Used with Permission)
I’d been invited to the dinner party as it turned out to make up the numbers. Joan had asked a woman from her work who was new in town and wanted to have an even number of men and women so I was the ‘lucky’ even up one.
The woman in question was a small woman called Maxine who insisted from the first that I call her Max.
She explained that she was shy and not very social so calling her Max she argued lessened the formality of the greeting.
We did get along well, she was more than happy to chat to me and we exchanged our life stories but whenever anyone else came by to join in and chat she froze on the spot.
What I did notice was her liking to sit close. At first I thought she may have been hard of hearing but it wasn’t that, it was more her desire to be physically close.
She knew it too and for a moment or two there was an awkwardness about us both as she explained she didn’t have a great body space around people she knew and felt confident with.
Up close you became aware of her stunning beauty. Once relaxed her face displayed a flashing smile and sparkling eyes that drew you in.
As uncomfortable as I was at first it wasn’t long before I was soaking up the pleasure of being close to her. I saw her as no threat, but rather a delight to be with.
Later our host invited us to dance and when we did, tentatively at first, I felt her draw herself in against me, her warmth engulfing me, her body against mine, her head upon my shoulder and me feeling nothing like ever before.
When the music stopped she stepped back and said, “Thanks, that was nice.”
Then she took my hand and led me to where we had been sitting.
I am normally a shy man, I don’t go for public displays of affection but Max relaxed me and to be honest I couldn’t have cared less what anyone thought of me.
The next day Max and I met again.