There I was, at my favourite table on the deck of my local vida e caffe, having my weekly cappuccino fix after doing all the thankless things that a girl has to do. I was relishing a golden half an hour, using the free wifi and catching up with the world with a wee bit of “me time.” Trying to ignore the not so yummy mummies popping in for their skinny lattes in their tight black lycra leggings, lard arses bulging through (honestly, there should be a law against this!) I averted my eyes from their gigantic thighs. A chilling thought crossed my mind (not that short a journey, as some of you may suspect.) Would this be my destiny too, if EVER I found that elusive Mr Right and we settled down and got going with sprogs!? "Hell to the no, "I vowed!!" I would remain forever, sweet, svelte, sexy Suzy Q.
In front of me was my hot, frothy coffee with it’s little Lindt chocolate, my one sweet indulgence, but sure hadn’t I earned it? Out of the corner of my little eye, I spied a bit of a dish at a table next to me, but one. I was, as ever, permanently between relationships. Tattoo that on my head when you bury me please guys. I quite liked the look of this guy. He seemed to be intently listening to the girl he appeared to be interviewing, and there’s nothing more of a turn on than a guy who actually listens to a gal who never gets heard.
As I sipped my latte and licked the creamy foam from my smoking red hot lips, he looked up on cue, and the wrapper from my little Lindt went whoops up into the air. Blow me down if he didn’t leap up to catch it in one fist, bringing himself to his full, rather impressive, manly height, just as I made a move to retrieve it, being a gal who simply abhors litter.“Nice catch,” I smiled sweetly at him. “You should be playing for the Proteas.”He arched his eyebrow and winked saucily back at me. “I’d rather be playing with you!” I extended a hand, “Hi, I’m Suzy Q,” and smiled my most winning smile at him, whilst discreetly tickling the palm of his hand.“How do you do, Suzy Q, lovely to meet you! You for coffee?” he asked, with a wicked grin.
What could a gal whose luck was just about to change, with rubber for knees, answer to that…?
Nice eyes, lovely smile, quick sense of humour, FABULOUS physique, and a great catch to boot
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