So today at the mall where I work… I had an interesting encounter with a random stranger. It was quite fun so I decided to post it here in a story format.

Hope you all enjoy it as much as I did ☺

I was sitting at the Grapevine Mills mall where I work in Dallas, Texas wearing a shirt that I borrowed from my friend Michelle. I was minding my own business (and everyone else’s) like I usually do when I’m bored. Sitting on a bench near the food court with a Venti Latte from Starbucks. It was a weekday of summer vacation, so of course it was completely packed with people to gawk at. Basically, victims of my secretive internal scrutiny. One in particular caught my eye.

He was tall, probably 6 ft or a little taller. Dark brown hair, the bluest eyes EVAR, fair skin (free of any blemishes whatsoever), and looked to have a swimmer’s build. Needless to say I was quietly swooning. In fact, I stared directly at him, not caring if he, or anyone else noticed. I was going to be out of this state and on my way back to Florida within the next month, so what do I care?

Then, as I suspected would happen, he noticed I was staring at him. I knew he noticed, and decided not to look away. I’m never going to see him again so whatever.

He wasn’t looking away either, so it became a secret staring contest between us. He stood, I sat, we both stared. Nothing was happening so I decided to smile at him, initiating a welcome. He smiled back and took the invitation to sit next to me.

The closer he got, the more attracted to him I became. This was one gorgeous hunk of manly meat. I didn’t really intend on doing anything with him, because I was (and still kinda am) on a break from the dating world, plus, my heart belongs to Cookie *stares/drools at desktop wallpaper of cookie 0_o*.

“Hey there,” he said “You enjoying your coffee?”

“Quite a bit” I answered, smirking to myself because I knew I was already in control of the situation. “How’s it going?”

“Good, good…… I’m Mark by the way” he said, extending his hand, expecting me to shake it. I just kind of looked at it for a second and decided to shake his hand. I thought his hand might have lingered on mine a bit too long, but I might have imagined it.

“Matt” I said shortly, I didn’t want to make him feel like he had any kind of control, I totally already had his manhood in a vice-grip…. So to speak.. I’m not really into that….. >_>

Chuckling to himself and looking down he said “Mark and Matt…” he then looked up, a glint of hope in his eye.. how foolish “That sounds cute” he smiled.

So we sat on that bench together and chatted about things. Life, work, school, coffee, food, boys, sports, boys, boys in sports, sexy manpiles of sweaty hotness… in sports. The conversation drew on for about 10 minutes. All the while I noticed him inching ever closer to me, thinking he was smooth and that I didn’t notice. Pshhh. So after a while his whole leg was touching mine and he had an arm around me.

I had to admit it was kind of nice to have a man’s arm around me again, but again, I had little if any interest in pursuing any kind of relationship, physical, emotional, or otherwise. I knew what was coming next. He had been working toward this the whole time. He was going to try and kiss me. I thought about letting it happen. Making out with a hot stranger wouldn’t be so bad, it might actually be really nice.

At the last minute I decided not to. He had been inching his face ever closer.. to the point where our lips were making the lightest contact possible. He stopped, I guess waiting for me to do the rest of the forward advance and close the distance between our faces. At that point I smiled, I smiled at the nerve of this random person thinking he could get somewhere with me 10 minutes after meeting me.

In a low whispering voice I said “Not on your life buddy”. I was so proud of myself as I felt his entire body tense up, and saw his face turn beet red. He didn’t move, so I stood up, threw away my empty cup, and strutted away, a feeling of pride slapped across my face. That was the first time I had ever done that. The first time I ever had such control over a situation, over myself. It was one of the best feelings in the world. Thinking back on it, I would like to apologize to Mark for being such a….. well.. a bitch, but eh, chances of seeing him ever again are slim to none, so I wont worry about it too much.

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