The One Who Got Away:Sexy Cindy

We are all familiar with the term "the one who got away."

It usually refers to a boyfriend or girlfriend whom you thought could have been the one, a soul mate, and maybe even thoughts of a trip to the alter were in your mind...but it didn't happen like that.

The relationship came to an end, and years down the road, the former flame was still on your mind.

I have a "one that got away, " but it's not pertaining to the romance of a lifetime, but rather sexual desire.

It's a woman I could have fucked but didn't, and I'm not quite sure why I didn't.

We all know that feeling we get when we see someone whom we are strongly attracted to.

And it's more than just your dick getting hard or your pussy getting wet.

It's more metaphysical than physical. The electricity and heat you feel when someone you desire walks into the room. The air in the room changes. It hits so suddenly like lightning.

I had that feeling when I saw her.

We were both 19 and only a few months removed from the end of high school.

It was my first day at work at an unnamed fast food restaurant.

When you're in your late teens, it's whatever you can find, a job is a job.

She walked into the room it... I was jolted.

I had seen her before, but this was a different version. The years had changed her, and it's like I was meeting someone new.

We went to school together, elementary and middle, but we went to two different high schools. I hadn't seen her in years.

I knew her way back as Cynthia , but now she was going by "Cindy" I had mentally re christened her sexy Cindy.

Natural blonde hair had been dyed a fiery shade of aburn. She was hot.

But it was more than just her looks that attracted me to her-- in many ways that became secondary to her energy.

There was something about the way she carried herself, a gleam in her eye, a switch a strut in her walk.

I could figure out this transformation was her asserting herself as a young woman, and part of that assertion included her expressing a sense of sexuality, in subtle and not so subtle ways...while at work! ( She had a crew shift lead position.)

Sexual innuendo and double entendre regularly came out of her mouth. ( Sexual talk is often an indicator of a sexual mind.)

Some customer wants another hot ham and cheese sandwich. I let co workers know I'm getting ready to make it with a reply of "I'm on it."

Cindy then slides up, standing close to me, looks at me with bedroom eyes, and in a breathy voice says "Are you all over it?"

Couldn't remember the exact situation, but I remember her saying to another male co-worker "How was that for you? Do you need a cigarette?"

She hinted at sex with her words without making explicit references.

But this expression was more than just verbal hints.

A co worker one day was singing the chorus to Motley Crue's "Girls, Girls, Girls."

I asked him why he was singing that song.

"Oh, Cindy just showed us her panties."

"It wasn't a thong, though."

WHAAAAt! I was amazed!

When all of this is added together, a composite picture is on display.

Cindy wasn't just a "flirt."

She was horny, hot to trot, and on the prowl...and was practically throwing it at male co-workers.

To think about the significance of a woman, at a work place, unzipping her pants, in the manager's office, and showing her underwear to two male co-workers...

That's one piece of fabric away from her pussy!

In a more "professional" work environment that's potential sexual harassment charges waiting to happen, but this was a fast food place with a bunch of teenagers and 20 somethings.

The Cindy situation created cognitive dissonance for me. She said she had a boyfriend.

But she really didn't act like it.

If she was going to unzip her pants at work for male co workers, that clearly sends a message she is looking for another dick to suck and fuck.

Hearing the word "boyfriend" was an immediate barrier in my mind.

I had so little understanding of female psychology during this time, didn't know how widespread cheating was.

Who's to say even how serious the relationship was? ( most aren't at that age)

They might have been just "dating"

A telling sign I understood only in retrospect... I only heard her mention her boyfriend once, in relation to the truck he drove.

No mention of interpersonal connection is a possible sign that the connection between the two was not that strong.

After only six weeks, I left said restaurant and moved away from my home town.

And what became of sexy Cindy. She got married, had kids, and became directly involved with a Catholic church.

So contacting her now in the hopes of getting something going is something I wouldn't even pursue. She's not the same woman I wanted to sleep with.

And it hit me about ten years after the fact that I could have fucked her.

Life goes on, but for some reason, this became a huge regret that I dwell on.

Trying to analyze why didn't I act when I wanted to. It wouldn't have been that difficult to hook something up before I left.

Analysis?

Any similar situations?

 

ok.

Well, my story (which I will abridge) is of a girl whose name is not important to the subject matter. The real point of the story was the woman's looks! She was sooo uber hot. She looked a little like Milla Jovovich,



but with blonde hair. I had always dreamt about blondes; I thought they were too good for me somehow. Well, this one landed on my lap! I was in the throes of drug binging; using needles and stuff, all kinds of bad. But she didn't care apparently, and when we hooked up, I was hooked! I couldn't stop yammering about her. my buddies got sick of it. I only saw her one other time though (she lives about 20 miles from my parents' old house in Camarillo).

She had this perfume; Strawberries and Champagne? I think that's what it was called... I could never get that smell out of my head.

 

I became infatuated with some idiot when I was 19.. I maintained it for seven years in which I barely communicated with him at all. When I was 26, I managed to begin a relationship with him and after six months I realised he was not the love of my life, and I left. I am eternally grateful for these six months though, because had I never had them, I think I would still to this day have a romanticized image in my mind which would have cast a shadow over all actual relationships I could have.

 

My story is Different to most I treated her like Shite, was selfish thought more about my mates and the craic ! I was young and stupid now when I am old and stupid I got something to say
Sorry Lesley ( and I am too )

 

One good day, we will see
Arising a strand of smoke
Over the far horizon on the sea
And then the ship appears
And then the ship is white
It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute.


Do you see it? He is coming!
I don't go down to meet him, not I.
I stay upon the edge of the hill
And I wait a long time
but I do not grow weary of the long wait.


And leaving from the crowded city,
A man, a little speck
Climbing the hill.
Who is it? Who is it?
And as he arrives
What will he say? What will he say?
He will call Butterfly from the distance
I without answering
Stay hidden
A little to tease him,
A little as to not die.
At the first meeting,
And then a little troubled
He will call, he will call
"Little one, dear wife
Blossom of orange"
The names he called me at his last coming.
(To Suzuki)
All this will happen,
I promise you this
Hold back your fears -
I with secure faith wait for him.

 

Yeah... This stuff never happens.

 

Look her up mate. If you actually say sorry to her, it may mean something to both you and her.

 

50 yrs ago mate ! if I could I would ! have done a few times in a dream it was a different person than the one here sitting in my chair and tbh I have done worse , what I probably did by saying Sorry is that I loved her , (humans are complicated like that ) Ah well !!

 

I was always inept with girls. If they even wanted to talk to me, I would find some way to get out of it. It seems so gay in retrospect, and they probably all just decided I was gay or at least weird and gave up trying to get on with me. One time a super hot girl asked me to come back into an alleyway with her, and I just flat out said no, and she said "Awww..." I don't know why I'm so dumb, but no one expresses any interest in me anymore. Perhaps I should have acted out on my desires when I was young, been more confident and social. But my home life was such that the only example I had of a male/female relationship was one of the male constantly bullying the female and never giving her so much as a peck on the cheek. If that had been different, I would have been so different, and my life would be completely different. But you have to be accepting of your lot in life.

 

Pft...50 shmifty! You remember and probably so does she.

You can, so maybe you should! Just enter her name in to a search engine, see what comes up. She's probably still around somewhere.

 

same

 

I was stationed in Ohio in the late 60's/early 70's. But my job required me to travel a lot. I would go to Fort Campbell, KY for a month, then to Panama for a month, then to Indiana for a month and then repeat. Heck, one year I was TDY for 360 days.

Well, I had girlfriends in all three locations and the one in Indiana was my best. When I was TDY to Camp Atterbury I would stay with Barbie in Indianapolis. She had a best friend named Tina. Both were really cute.

OK, one day I had just flown back into Ohio from South America and found orders in my box at the squadron to be in Indiana the next day. I called Barbie and said I'd be there by that evening and she said she was glad and would be waiting.

I got there around 8:00 or 9:00 that evening and, when I knocked on the door, Barbie opened only enough to let me in because she was in one of her sexy nighties. And, when I got inside and she closed the door I saw that Tina was in the bed. She got out and was also in a sexy nighty, came over and gave me a hug and asked if I wanted her to leave. I, nicely, said that I was planning on spending the night with Barbie and Tina slowly got dressed and left.

I didn't realize until a year or so later, and after I'd left the base in Ohio, that I had been offered a threesome and had, stupidly, not realized it.

 

None of them ever got away..... But if you ask them I am the one that got away....

 

On a similar theme to the above. When my current partner asked me out on a Thursday. The day after I was asked out by another girl who had been keeping tabs on me for over a month. So in her eyes I was the one that got away . If she had made her move sooner then I would probably accepted and then I would have perhaps never met my current partner who became my wife. A small word "If" but it can have a big impact on the outcome of things.

 

What about the one who gave you the mug? : )

 

I used to think they got away from me, until I discovered I was one lucky son of bitch! I met one about ten years later, and she had gained 300lbs and six kids.

 

not fair....I guarantee you if she was on my continent she would not have gotten away it would have been me once more..... Why do you think I keep trying to get you English girls to come to Canada by the way you are aware that you do not need a passport to visit me? Pretty sure brexit is not going to change that? .....

People with a good memory will remember that Mama piece came to my home from England but that was always just going to be two weeks in Canada was an old man and back to her life there.... For the record I did not close the deal with her and don't want people to think that I did

 

I thought you invited her there just so she could shovel your driveway...

 

I can't find the woman in question on the internet. She has no social media that I know of. Years ago, I saw her on campus at the college I attend intermittently. She was there with her daughter - she called her mija, which is Spanish for "my daughter". I was taken aback by her use of the colloquial Spanish because she's a white girl. I was wrong about her in that regard. And I miss her! Even though we were only together twice, she made an immense impression on me.

 

If I understand correctly, it's so that we have a fair chance of getting away rather than being got away from. Aren't you the charmer : )