My Perfect Moment

My Perfect Moment.

Oh! I wish I'd put me other shoes on, these ones are killing me.
That's me, as per. Well ! You see, my feet look good in these laced
sandal stilettos. All elegant and slender. Let's face it they're
probably the only part on my body that could look slender. Some people
would call me fat, if they were being nice. While, I prefer to say that
I'm plump, or well-rounded.
Well that guy last night seemed to like my extra curves.
Anyway, standing here with my finger tips getting numb, I'm having
second thoughts about that.

" 7.30 at the Monument," he said.
I'm sure he said. Maybe he said 7 or maybe 8. Maybe I just misheard.
That music was loud and I had had a lot to drink. But he seemed eager,
really pushing to meet again, especially after I let him touch me down
there. Or was it before?

Well, I wouldn't say no. Whatever it takes for them to like me I say.
And there's not many that do like me. Aged - 18, number of boyfriends -
'nearly one'.

The 'nearly one' was a boy from school, Andy. He wanted to go out with
me, I never chased him. Honest. He wanted to keep ' it' a secret, I
went along with it. In fact, I was quite pleased about it. The secret
rendezvous, the excitement. The feeling that at least somebody wanted
me even if he didn't want to shout it from the roof tops. No, Andy
wasn't fond of roof tops, but he was quite fond of behind the stockyard
wall. You see, we never went on dates. We used to meet after dark
behind the stockyard wall. And do things, you know, experiment. Well,
really, Andy did the experimenting and I just let him 'cos at least
someone was appreciating my assets. And I wouldn't say no. But it
weren't half cold.

Cold yes, it is, very. Especially, if you've been waiting for nearly an
hour. These slender feet are no longer slender. I would say that
they're more blue and swollen.
What's his name again? Graham, yes, Graham.

It had been Sue's birthday, a girl's night out. I was wearing my one
and only decent dress, a fawn sack. Decent because it concealed plenty.
We'd had a few drinks down Archers , we were having a laugh. Or was I
making them laugh? I suppose when you're like me, you get all the '
large' jokes and comments in first before anyone else can say them.
Even though they might be still thinking them. Anyway, this tall, dark,
handsome (okay tall, dark and handsome after five Vodka and Oranges)
guy walked over to us and started talking to me. ME!!! I was all giggly
I remember, anyway that didn't seem to bother him. He was really keen
and he seemed to like me. There was no one more shocked than me, when
he said he wanted to see me again. He said I had lovely eyes, and that
my lips were full and juicy. And then he stops to kiss me. Hot tongue
in mouth, musky smell up close, touching me. And what am I doing?
Responding. While he's kissing me I forget my magnificent hips. I
forget my boulder - large size. I forget the loneliness and longing for
love, as I melt, and that's the only way to describe it, melt into
beauty and the moment.

So tell me, who in their right mind wouldn't give anything for another
chance of that? Who wouldn't attempt to snatch at that moment at of
sheer bliss, with both hands?

So I'm standing here rooted to the spot waiting for my perfect moment.
Knowing fine well that it won't come. May never come again. But I
wouldn't say no!