The Beauty In Shorts
This Is Me Remembering This Meeting.
At Uni I had been partying too hard, was getting a little angry too much; due to little sleep and an internal battle I had blanked out. This was not me so signed up for anger management group therapy.
I arrived at 6pm, sat down and across the room was a feminine looking guy with shorts on, Sky Blue Tshirt & cute sandles, his legs were crossed and he was looking very sad.
The meeting started and round the room we went, I could feel a heat inside me when he mention his name Sebatian on the introduction dialogue to the rest of us. His voice was high pitched and well spoken, he must have been private school boy. He had long mousy hair which he liked to hide behind, consealing his deep brown eyes and a thin long nose.
As it came to my turn this crush had consumed me and I was trembling. I held it together and spoke with confidence, as I tried to avoid eye contact with him. All the time I was talking I could feeling him watching me, so as I finished my chat I looked him straight in those beautiful eyes and smiled.
Both of us avoided pouring our hearts out in the meeting and listened to the others. Each of us glancing over the room nodding and trying to look interested in what the others were saying.
At last it was time to go, I took a deep breath and walked over to say hi to him. He mirrored me and at the same time we asked each other for a coffee. There was our first giggle together and that is how it stayed as we went for our beverage. I had never felt so attracted to another person in my life.
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