Cinnamon Girl

I ran across a lovely redhaired woman in the craft aisles at WalMart today. She looked refreshingly normal and healthy, not waif-thin and adorned with the latest Aero-GAP-American Eagle fadware. She had her strawberry-red hair up and was wearing a white blouse and dark shorts. She was very nicely built with pleasing curves in all the right places. I found her bare legs to be quite attractive. Not overly sexy mind you, but nice.

I circled around her a few times. I tried not to make it obvious I was checking her out, but I know I blew my cover. I base this on the embarrassed grin she gave me when we eventually interacted.

I could not get over the smell of cinnamon and spice in the air around the aisles we were in. Without thinking about it, I simply asked her, "where is that smell coming from?" She tried to be helpful with me and said it was on a display shelf a few rows over. I looked around with the ignorant stare that got me through college and she tried to be even more helpful. She walked around me, smiling in an embarassed way and pointed to where it was coming from. I can't remember what it was I said next, but rather than continue the conversation I simply walked away. I regret that, but the fact is I had reached a brick wall. I hadn't intended to say anything to this beautiful woman, and I felt sure I had better quit while I was ahead.

I left the craft aisles to check on my mother who was in another part of the store. I came back a half hour later and she was gone. As I left the store, the smell of the pouporri and talking to her reminded me of Neil Young's "Cinnamon Girl". Since that time I've been unable to get that song- or her- out of my head. Bless you Cinnamon Girl.

Katy: A beautiful woman

There's a business woman who I've ran into on several occasions who always makes me smile. She's a mature woman who owns a shop downtown. I first met her at my workplace, where she invariably looked at me with a slight curl of her lips and a wide-eyed stare of recognition. Katy is a gorgeous older lady with a fantastic body who has fueled my fantasies for years now.

Right now as I conjure up her image in my mind I find it difficult not to stray into a graphically romantic encounter. I suppose I should go ahead, since this blog is my own and the only censor is me. But no, I consider Katy to be too special to me written about in such a way. But rest assured I'm damn well going to picture her in every position possible in the sanctity of my own mind.

A cute girl headed to California flirted with me today. This girl had a marvelous head of hair. Light brown bordering on blonde, it cascaded around her open neckline in tight springy curls.

Her smile hid a trace of naughtiness, a hint of delight at finding me willing to play with her a bit. She wore a dark blouse adorned with beads and trinkets. She had on a black pair of capris. As I spoke with her I noticed a patch of blush on her collar bone, perhaps a hickey from her mohawk wearing boyfriend. Nice contrast, don't you think?

Initially she saw me from across the store. Our eyes met and locked on each others'. I did not look away- I am well past the point of averting my gaze when a beautful woman looks at me. There is no time for shyness in this life.