A Shell of A Man

I looked on with a lump in my throat as they exchanged a passionate kiss. They were lovers, it was all too clear. I could not compete with this guy. He was well dressed, dominant and confident.... They were a good match.

I stood there like a little kid, jealous as they walked on by, passing me.

As she came closer, we made eye contact, just for a split second. I waited far too long to wave my 'hello'. Her eyes averted my gaze just as I waved at her.

To my relief, she didn't see that. I'm sure I looked every little bit pathetic that day, standing there with my jaw wide open, staring at her like some pathetic prepubescent boy.

As the weeks went by, my infatuation grew. This festered to the point where it started to affect my work. I was thinking about her all the time. In particular I was thinking about what it would be like to make love to her. 'What would it be like to make love to a woman like that? To have a woman like that admire your body? To have a woman like that scream your name in ecstasy? To have a woman like that moan your name in pleasure? To feel her warmth beneath you?' Needless to say, my mind wondered all the time as I kept projecting myself into some fantasy world where I was her King and she was my Goddess. Of course, it was just a fantasy.

It would always be just a fantasy. I was far too afraid to even acknowledge her. Fortunately for me, this was all about to change.

The day the postman mixed her mail up with mine was the day I learned her name: Barbara.

'Barbara, it seems the postman has mixed up your mail with mine..... oh what a lovely apartment. May I come in?..... Why yes, of course I'd like some coffee.... See your bedroom?.... Ms Sheelings!....' I tightened my grip around my member as I increased the rhythm, 'Oh! Barbara! Oh yeah!!! Mpf!!!! Argh!!!'

Even though I had her mail, I did not have the nerve to go to her apartment and give it to her personally.

Then one Friday night, the unthinkable happened.

I was sitting in front of my television watching reruns of Friends, eating my 'dinner for one' when my doorbell rang.