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... said, "Thank you Michael, I love wearing them. They are comfortable and cut off from a pair of jeans I loved." "Well, you certainly have the figure for them, my dear." I continued with the complements. She then offered a reply that made me twitch a little, "They are so comfortable that I don't wear panties with them." She smiled and blushed again, realizing the over-share. We talked about her job, my job, this neighborhood and what other things we liked about the City. I asked her to dinner, but she said, "Michael, you are sweet, but I hardly know you. M-Maybe we can sometime later, but thank you." I just had to have this girl! There was just something in her manner and poise that made her seem older than her teenaged years. Since I am nearly fifteen years older than she is, I expected to have rather limited conversation, but she was a delight to talk with. I can't say that I was falling in love with her ... maybe falling in lust! She likely accepted me as more of a peer, because I have kept in shape so I look younger than my years. I love to ride my little green racing bike from my hilly neighborhood, past the park, to the highway along the beach. It is easy to get from there, around the lake and onto the coast road. From there it is as long a ride as you want along the ocean ... my ocean! At last count, I think there are about a billion and six things to do in and around the City, and I wanted to do some of them with my "girl in the blue jean shorts" for as long as we ...

... might still be interested in each other. I could tell that she was interested, but cautious ... smart. I had time; I was busy and could wait. I did not see her every Saturday, but when I did, she started plopping down in a chair at my sidewalk table, and greeted me with a warm smile. Sometimes I would buy, and sometimes Holly would buy. The conversation was always lively and I spent much of my time with her, starring into her soft brown eyes. They have a fire in them ... a love of life that shows. I was getting as hooked on Holly, as I was my weekly fix of rich espresso coffee. The times she was not there, I spent at sharpening my people-watching skills. People are amazing! They are funny, troubled, hurried, and occasionally you can detect a spark of the divine ... a show of kindness or goodness here and there. It is quite common, sitting at my little table, to hear six different languages spoken on the street, and none of them English. Much of it seems to be Russian and other Slavic languages, Italian, some French, a little German and even some Portuguese. On the fifth Saturday of our acquaintance at the café, I renewed my offer to Holly of dinner. She smiled and replied, "Yes Michael that would be lovely. Where would you like to go?" I offered her a choice of Italian in this neighborhood, or a very good Thai restaurant I knew of, a couple of miles south from here. She was quick with her decision, and said, "Oh! Italian please, Michael! I love this neighborhood and I love ...