When I saw her, I was smitten. I didn't even know what that word meant until I saw her!
She sat down at the bar. She sat next to the ladies we had been talking to for a while that day. Apparently they were a group of high school friends on a cruise because they were all turning 40 that year.
She started to talk, and I was even more drawn to her. I couldn't stop listening to her and staring at her. Thankfully she didn't notice, and I started snapping pictures of her with my cellphone.
She was laughing, but somehow so serious at the same time. She was weaving stories about her life in prison! All I could think was PRISON? What? Why? She looked like a sophisticated, smart woman, she had a definite protective outer shell, she wasn't snobby, not what someone would call classy, but she wasn't trashy either, she oozed sexuality! Every pore of her being oozed sex.
Their celebration cruise, turns out, was also because she had just gotten out of prison! All I could think was, "Great, I'm attracted, seriously attracted, to a convict!"
Thankfully, my friend Mike walked right up to her, like he knew her, and said, "You were seriously in prison? For what?" Arms folded over his chest, the whole nine yards. I just sat there, my mouth gapping and dying to hear what she had to say for herself!
She got real "tough" and said, "My farm, I kept some seeds from Monsanto and they arrested me, I didn't have enough money to fight them. I lost my farm and they put me in prison."
Mike was bewildered, "That's bullshit!" he shouted. She simply grinned and quietly said, "It's in the past, and it's over" and she turned away from him, almost like "you're dismissed." It kind of made me laugh.
I had to talk to her! I had to!
