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There were many attractive women trying to get my attention, but one stood out.
She kept trying to get into my space for hours, eventually approaching me and telling me how amazing my dancing was. She must have been in her late twenties or early thirties. Great body, but more than that, she had this smile you feel like you could drown in. The kind of smile you want to spend eternity with.
A face that had seen life and matured through it, yet without becoming hardened by it.
And it did not feel like I was looking at a body, but at herself, at her spark expressing itself through it.
She looked at me with this loving expressionâŚ
I just knew she was a match.
Like she could see into my soul and wasnât afraid to show that she wanted to meet it.
Not trying to force me into anything, but reaching out with confidence and openness.
And I knew that this wasnât just because she was on drugs.
It felt scary and beautiful at the same time.
Because it was real.