But I can’t tell all that to a stranger, so I acted less into it. We wound up setting a date on Friday which was an off for me, giving me a three da... weekend and my roommates were gonna go to their hometowns.It was a Friday afternoon and my roommates were already gone as they left Thursday night. I told him to be there at this coffee shop near my place. I met him there but it didn’t go well. Thinking back now, maybe it was me being nervous, giving up at the last minute but I told him that I. Nice round bubbly ass, toned legs, dirty blonde hair normally straight. Gleaming emerald green eyes that always have a twinkle to them and lovely innocent smile. Now Brittany wasn't always like this. She used to be quite conservative about showing off her curves. She used to be that shy punk girl that always wore sweat shirts or crew neck shirts to attempt to hide her big bust. At 16 a lot was changing throughout her body. Her hormones for boys were kicking in and so were the hormones. We recognized each other immediately and started up a conversation as friends would do. I don’t think either of us got any shopping done as we talked for hours after retreating to a restaurant there. She was now 35 and I was 40 , she was married for 10 years and recently separated,I was also divorced . I was into my second marriage and things were not what I expected so we could relate on different subjects. We started seeing each other there on a regular basis on just a friend type scenario. What we would wear. What we would eat. What… What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen — nothing more. You arent really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentines Days night alone. ****** I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be here after our big date. Wanting to have you read me that Valentines card full of clich?that you had gotten for me. Wanting to read you the Valentines poem that Id written just for you..