How do I cure depression: an ongoing investigation
She’d been on the other side of the room for the entire night. He’d noticed her while she gallivanted around the bar; giving knowing smiles to old friends, a glow that only comes from history shared washing over her face, and for strangers her face conveyed a genuine and inviting sense of interest.
Her dress was light and it flapped and wavered at the most gentle of breeze. The dress accentuated each curve and melded to her shapely body. She made her way over towards where he was seated; hips swishing as she walked, legs moving with decisiveness and assuredness. He had to stop her, say something that would make her want to talk for awhile. He had nothing but the truth and he hoped it would be enough. “Excuse me, Can I have a minute of your time?” She smiled skeptically but agreed and sat down across from him.
He introduced himself; he tried to put her at ease, tried to be cognizant of his rambling nature. He tried to be funny and charming and she grew to find it endearing in that moment. Her skin was smooth and golden; she shone bright even in this dark bar. She looked soft, pillowy even, like your fingers could sink into her body for a brief moment. It tantalized him. Her hair stood tall and had bounce; each kink felt like its own character with its own story to tell and each one mattered. Her hair looked soft yet he knew if he ever got to run his fingers through it, he would get tangled in its path. The thought of it excited him: he wanted to be caught in there, stuck, at peace.
Her nipples poked out through her dress, staring at him. Her breast made their presence known. On display, they were round, full, perfectly aligned. He stared at them before quickly turning his gaze away. He didn’t want to be thought of as a pig, yet he couldn’t help but be hypnotized by them. Her nipples stared at him like they knew him, understood him and accepted him. In her actual eyes, there was the flicker of curiosity, of joy and the lusty glare of attraction. But he could see that behind that friendliness was a tinge of danger. She let off the slightest hint of something darker beneath the surface. A signal that said she had the capacity to ruin his life and that she believed that she was too much for him to handle.
But he welcomed it. Desired it. And found himself entranced by it. He figured that any woman that could change your life was worth it, even in the worst way.