I was a wee bit bored with how life has come to a grinding halt so I took myself off to sashay in front of book boy. Book boy was nowhere to be seen when I got there so I just started browsing amongst the book aisles to kill some time. I was perusing the Kama Sutra Million Positions to Incredible Sex when I felt someone behind me. I got my "cat ate the cream" grin before I turned because I thought it was book boy. But no, not book boy, this was a real handsome Asian man in a Giorgio Armani suit, cut to fit him. OMG! He smelled of very fragrant cigar smoke (normally a turn off) and he was bald (really finding this look to be sexy). He reached passed me and touched a copy of the translated Kama Sutra book nestled next to the pseudo-erotica. He said if I really wanted an excellent reference that this was the book for me rather than the commercialised trash I was perusing. He was so close I could smell the intoxicating scent he was wearing and see the laugh lines at the corners of his chocolate brown eyes. His eyes were not on the books though, but gazing deep into mine. I think I stopped breathing, but I am not certain. He introduced himself and I reciprocated. I asked if he was from the area and he said he was here on business from Atlanta. He asked me if I was interested in getting a drink with him and I barely got the word "YES" out. He offered his hand to me and I took it. As we walked out of the store, we passed a very startled book boy who got only a wave from me in response to his "Hey Sassy". On a side note...teee heee heee...boy is he eating his heart out!

So after a few pineapple martinis at my favorite bar which doubles as a cigar lounge (Asian Delight loved the place). We moved on to his hotel room and let me tell you....he gave Kama Sutra new meaning to me. How did this incredible night end? Did we exchange phone numbers and promise to stay in touch? Well, I noticed--most belatedly--that Asian Delight was wearing a wedding ring in the light of day. I was so freakin blinded by lust that I just did not notice it. I have never been in the habit of looking for wedding bands on men's hands. Dammit! I really need to be more vigilant! So now I am wavering between guilt and pleasure. *sigh* Same old thing....I go after what I can't have even subconsciously. What the hell is wrong with me?????

Labels: Asian Delight, Book Boy, dating, sex