Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Lessons in Chemistry

Okay, you're wondering why there's a picture of me in a mini dress and bright turquoise shoes...

Well, that's because those turqoise shoes sparked one of the most sensual 15 seconds of my life.

Okay, so maybe it was slightly longer than 15 seconds, but certainly not as long as I would have liked.


I'm in Vegas visiting my aunt on the left...and we're walking the strip.
Now I love high heels, don't get me wrong, I wear them every day to work, but there's something to be said for comfy tennys...
Sure, the tennis shoes in my suitcase didn't necesarily match my black and pink floral mini-dress, but at this time I was fresh outta a grunge band called the Hymens, and I could've cared less...


Okay, so I'm walking down the strip, first time in vegas, and up ahead are the most gorgeous shirtless guys I've ever seen.

Um, have you guys ever heard of the
 THUNDER DOWN UNDER??
Behold...


 


Okay, so I rush past with my head down...(This was when I was 19 and far from thinking about writing erotica) My aunt, of course, chit-chatted with the shirtless beefcakes. I waited for her several feet away and tried not to look like I was drooling over the most chiseled, oiled bods I've ever seen before...

My aunt returned and we started walking away, a large hand touched my shoulder.
Oh. My. God.

I turned to see a man only slightly taller than myself (although in his defense I am pretty tall)
but his dark hair framed even darker eyes...
and they were looking at me like I was something to eat.

No. Joke.

I dunno if they practice these looks in the dressing room, but my mouth just went dry thinking about it. Never in my whole life, to this day, have I been that turned on by just one look. This man started at my feet and slowly trailed his way up my entire body.And when his eyes met mine with a calm appreciation, I knew one thing:

He liked my turqouise shoes...

No, really.
"I love your shoes."
His words were a low, sensual rumble that I'll never forget. At his proclamation, my cheeks promtly turned ten sheds of crimson. And I was speechless.

This is when he clucthed his drool-worthy abs and laughed. "Honestly. You never see that. They're turqouise. Really beautiful."

Was this guy trying to make me melt or what. All this talk about shoes, but I swear he'd already convinced me that he knew exactly what I look like in the buff. I have no idea if I even said anything to him. It's all a blur...But one thing I remember is the thrill of experiencing the kind of hungry gaze you only get in romance novels. Maybe it's because he was an older man, maybe it's because he looked like adonis, but one thing is for sure. I was captivated.

And I definitely went and saw that show the next day.
So, what did we learn?

The Thunder Down Under is the best show in Vegas.
And if you go, wear turqouise shoes.


Tragic Update: The shoes had to be retired. The last time I saw them they were in a trash can in Vienna, Austria and I was walking home barefoot.

About Me: Born and raised in the grunge capitol, I took my love of music and poetry from the Pacific Northwest to California. Now I live in Alameda, a quaint island town in the Bay Area. Graduating this month with a degree in Anthropology with an emphasis in Archaeology, I'm just itching to climb some more pyramids. When I'm not in school, I'm either working at VW or taking long walks along the Alameda beach and gazing at the the outline of San Francisco in the distance. Oh yes, and let's all go to Paris...

6 comments:

  1. Hahaha! Brilliant story Jen, you should have asked for his number x

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  2. I was so shy back then. I don't even remember if I said anything to him at all. I get so flustered when I'm getting too much attention. I'm more bold in my writing. Tee hee.

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  3. That story made me smile :) I loved it.

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  4. Tee-hee. I live to serve :) XOXO

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  5. Loved it! Maybe you can find a new pair of turqoise shoes one day.

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