Posts Tagged ‘flirting’
by hannah
June 10th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Spring Season (CHAPTER 11: TALLER, PRETTIER, BUSTIER, CURVIER)
He has skin made of dark chocolate and muscles made from either good genetics, weight lifting, doing triathlons, or maybe…bar-backing.
I get a ping on my new Blackberry. It’s a text from Ireland: I had sex!
I smile, happy Ireland is finally getting some action. But my attention quickly turns back to…
He’s tall and smooth; an array of dreads fall just past his chin. He’s like Lenny Kravitz and Taye Diggs all mixed into one juicy love stick. I lower my sunglasses, my gaze skipping past the dazzle of the pool, to get the full effect—again.
“Lola has it all, doesn’t she?” I sip my Mai Tai, wondering when my über-rich paternal father I never knew will suddenly croak and leave me all his millions, including a vacation house in Maui. Then I could make passionate love with a Jamaican god on virgin white furniture in front of picture windows for days, maybe even weeks, on end.
I text Ireland: Wish I was having sex.
“I don’t know.” Jack responds from the lounge chair next to mine. “She looks like she’s put on a bit of weight.”
I adjust the extra-large sunglasses I purchased to cover as much of my healing (yet still not socially acceptable) face as possible, and look over at my best friend…
by hannah
April 6th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 7: FRIDAY NIGHT CUTS)
Mr. Smyth and I are sitting in a dark booth at a dark dive where the only lighting emanates from the neon bulbs above the bar.
“First boyfriend?” Mr. Smyth asks.
“Corey. Grade eight. We made out at the bus stop every day after school for five months. It was a very serious relationship.”
“You had a boyfriend in eighth grade? Wow! Back in my day we didn’t start dating until high school.”
I stop playing with the coaster in front of me. “Back in your day…what are you, like, sixty?”
“I’m turning forty in November.” Mr. Smyth pauses as if expecting me to jump up and run out. “I also dye my hair, I used to smoke two packs a day, I still eat red meat, and I still can’t figure out how to put on muscle. Any deal breakers?”
“Any boyfriends?”
“I’ve never dated a man,” Mr. Smyth says very seriously.
“Just making sure there are no deal breakers.” I take a sip of my cocktail. “What about your first girlfriend?”
“Ahh…that would be Melissa. We dated in high school for two years. She was very sweet, but very boring. She told me if I just waited long enough she would have sex with me. Two years later she told me she’d decided to save herself for her future husband. We never had sex. What about you? Ever dated a woman?”
“No.”
“Ever been with a woman?”
“No.”
“Ever wanted to be with a woman?”…
by hannah
April 2nd, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 7: FRIDAY NIGHT CUTS)
Mr. Smyth plants a lingering peck on my cheek. “It’s really great to see you again,” he says, slowly removing his lips.
I feel exactly the same way.
“You look stunning with short hair.”
We have this elusive moment of silence where we just smile and gaze at one another like two models into a camera at a high fashion photo shoot. “Would you like to go out for a drink with me this evening?”…
