I’ve got a problem.
A314 has been doing its job, giving me explosives instead of a rod and line to catch the fishes. But…
My latest catch was in a cafe. A lovely girl with brunette hair, flashing hazel eyes and probably the shyest, cutest smile you’ll ever see on a girl came and sat at my table. She could have chosen another one - the cafe was fairly quiet - but no, she chose mine and stared me down until I looked up from the newspaper I was reading.
‘Hi, honey.’ The paper forgotten, I give her my full attention and a smile.
‘Hi…’ A shy smile and a hint of red stains her cheeks. God, she’s so cute and so shy. She kept smiling and looking away, looking back and away again, toying with the straw in her milkshake. She combed her hair with her fingers, pulling it over her face and then flicking it back repeatedly. It was almost as if she was playing Peekaboo, so I took my chance and smoothed her hair back, stroking her face with my finger. She touches my hand with hers and we don’t let go for the entire conversation, constantly stroking, teasing, tickling or just plain holding hands.
Our hands said everything we didn’t say out loud in public. They were very touchy-feely with each other.
I should say she would have been a catch. We got on like a house on fire - briefly - but my net is torn. I can catch them, I can pull them in, but they always slip the net just before I can get them onto the boat. It drives me crazy sometimes.
People are always short on time here. Racing to get from A to B and back to A again, with a detour through C. No-one slows down and no-one stops. Any personal connections made are fleeting, quickly made and just as quickly broken, never to be seen again.
I need a pheromone that will strengthen my net. I want to pull them in and hold them there.
The hold is lacking. Any ideas?
Musk