Baseball Players or Cops

Baseball Players or Cops
Walking through the polished marble floor or marble faux floor, whatever it, I felt constrained; I am used to walk that floor with elegance, with my six inches heel sandals and my sample designer dress. At the elevator a middle-age handsome man told that I look like a movie star; this times the person did not ask for my telephone number like in many other occasions that I had walked these floors. I had a vague idea of the person waiting for me at the end of the floor journey, I wasn’t sure it was the same person and I did not care either; a mutual friend had arranged our encounter, and I had a hunch that it will be a pleasurable one.

I knocked at the door and a tall and dark figure opened it. He was a wearing a cotton drawstrings pants and a t-shirt, I glanced at him and I turn to the big window showing the clear and blue sky, I felt relaxed and relieved, he was handsome, in very good shape and too young for my taste, but Join Me!!!