I grew up in a small town north of the river, completely surrounded by cropland as far as you could see. Life was boring as hell, with nothing to do except drink at the local taverns if you were old enough. I loved it there none the less. The peacefulness and serenity that one was garnished with made one feel welcomed and alive; nothing like in the big city. Regardless of what the city life had to offer I was more than happy to live the simple life I had grown accustomed to and not have to fill every second of my day with useless errands and places to be. This was my calling and where I needed to be. My life was all going good except for one thing; I didn’t have a girlfriend. That area was one at which I never excelled and often fell flat on my face. To be honest, I couldn’t get a girl to save my life, no matter what I tried. I was not the most handsome man in town, nor did I look like the back end of a mule. At an age of 26 my body was nothing to be admired or seen on the cover of a magazine, but I tried to stay in relatively good shape. Some may have said I had a few pounds to lose, but I was happy, and the fact I was no sumo wrestler made me more comfortable in my own skin. As for the rest of me I was the average American guy. If I stood on my tiptoes I could probably be considered six feet tall, but that wasn’t likely. The only thing that people noticed that was different about me was that I hated sports. My name is Adam but my friends all called me Shelly because I played sports like a California beauty queen. The summer had drawn out to be relatively uneventful, to say the least. Only the usual happenings kept everyone socially engaged in the town gossip. That is until the night of the street dance. This was a yearly tradition orchestrated by the city council and the local taverns. The music this year was actually quite good compared to years past where only local bands were welcomed. All my friends and I were there to partake in the festivities and just enjoy a good time. While I was on my way to get another beer to satisfy my thirst, I noticed a girl off in the back kocaeli escort corner sitting all alone. She looked to be about my age and cute to boot. When I got back to my friends I asked them if they had seen her around before, which no one had. Quickly thinking, I made some lame excuse and ditched my friends to go talk with her. As I approached her I threw out my almost full beer and made sure to give myself a once over to better present myself. When I reached her I asked her if she would like some company, which she gladly accepted. Now, I know what you are thinking, I said she was cute but she was no super model. She had a unique look about her that was hard to describe other than I couldn’t stop looking at her. So, I started in with the usual banter about breaking the ice. “My name is Adam. What’s your name or should I just call you cute?” I said. She smiled at that remark and blushed a little. “I’m Riley,” was her reply. “I haven’t seen you around town before are you new here?” “Sort of, I lived here when I was younger then moved away with my family, but when I got older I remembered this place and how great it was, so I decided to move back. I’m glad to see not much has changed.” She said. “Yea, nothing ever really changes or happens here. That’s why I like living here,” was my response. “I’ve lived here my whole life and I can’t remember you living here.”As I gave her a baffled look. “Where did you go to grade school?” she asked “Jefferson elementary,” I replied “So did I. My friends all called me Smiley Riley because I always had a smile.” That’s when it clicked in my head, I knew this girl. I could vaguely remember this little brunette girl who always had a smile and playful spirit about her. She was the one girl I could talk to and hang out with as a kid. There was nothing we couldn’t do together. Sadly she moved away when I was in the second grade and I never found as close of friend after that. “I can barely remember you. We were such close friends. Do you remember a little blond boy that always hung around you?” “Holy crap! Adam, kocaeli escort bayan I remember you now. We were best friends,” she said as she got up from her seat to give me a hug. Honestly, I have to admit the hug was really exciting, as I could feel her shapely feminine figure as it pressed against me. I was getting quite aroused at this point and I did not want to let go. After our embrace we continued our conversation, remembering all the things we used to do together and caught up on what we had been up to lately. I learned she’d had a few boyfriends in the past that were jerks to her and mainly used her for sex. I also told her about my colorful past and how I could play sports better than getting a date. She had a good laugh at that, since she remembered how I was always picked last when we played games at recess. After having a few drinks I noticed the flirtation was getting more risky and uninhibited. Frankly, I liked where this was going. This was the first girl I have ever been able to talk to and express myself without feeling ashamed or guilty and she was not a girl anymore; she was a woman. After our encounter, that night seemed to just pass us by. We lost all track of time and neither of us listened to the band as we were too engrossed in talking to each other. Before we knew it, the bars were closing up for the night and the people had mostly gone home. Both of us did not want the night to end but we both knew it had to, so, reluctantly, we both said our goodbyes, but not before we exchanged numbers and shared another embrace. This time her body felt even more electrifying against me. Her warmth felt so good against my skin in the cool night air. I couldn’t help but think what kind of man would not want this woman, she’s perfect. When I returned home, I knew that I was feeling better than I had felt in a long time. My hands were clammy, heart was a flutter, and my whole body was tingling. At that moment I knew I had found the girl for me, but for now I had to go to bed; I was tired. My mind raced and replayed the night’s events as I lay izmit escort there, all the while knowing sleep would come hard that night. The next morning I woke with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. I was eager to get out and do something, anything. Well, as luck would have it, I caught up with my friends from the previous night and they gave me the usual banter about ditching them for some chick. All I could do was smile, remembering her face. The day passed by faster than expected and before I knew it, I was back at home with nothing to do but daydream. I thought to myself how great would it be if Riley wanted me just as much as I wanted her. The life we could have together, our future, potential children and grand children, and to just be there for each other. I couldn’t wait any longer I had to find out how she felt. I went and grabbed my phone from the table then proceeded to write a text. “Hey Riley, its Adam. Had a great time last night and I would like to see you again let me know if you want to hang out sometime.” I reread it to check if it sounded good, and I liked it, so I pushed send. After I sent it I got all these butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know if she felt the same way. How would she react? What would she do? Was I coming on to strong? I know you are expected to wait three days before calling someone, but I just couldn’t help it; I needed to know. Besides, it’s not like that is the rule, it’s only a guideline. As I waited the butterflies only got worse. I kept checking the time thinking she would reply faster but to no avail. Then it happened; the phone made the chime notifying me I had received a new text. Oh please let this be good, I thought. I opened the phone and read the message: “Adam I had such a good time with you I didn’t want the night to end. I would love to go out sometime, just let me know when it works for you.” Holy crap, I thought, she wants me! This was the first woman to really want me. I must have been the luckiest guy in the world. I couldn’t help but jump up and dance a little then made my way over to the mirror to make some faces and pose a little. I was telling my reflection that I was the man, I had it all, living was good. Then I remembered I had to reply back. I raced back to the phone and, with fumbling fingers, was able to type when I wanted to see her next.