Chapter 7

JOHN

It wasn't so much that I had a type. Hell, I was attracted to all kinds of women. Young, older, thin, curvy, tall, short, whatever. I didn't have any sort of conscious criteria, but apparently I had a hell of a subconscious one. As I stared at the ceiling and ran though all the girls I'd found attractive ... ok, not all, but lets say all in the last month ... and compared them to the woman I'd dated. There was an obvious bias occurring. I guess I was worried about hurting them? So all the girls under a certain ... robustness, lets say ... I would admire from afar and then discounted as possible partners. Let be clear, I'm no ogre, but I'm a big guy and I know a lot of people, men and women find that intimidating. As I don't particularly enjoy feeling like a bull in a china shop, I'd been filtering my choices for a partner with that in mind, but without realizing it. I wonder if my choice of the cute-russian-dj last night, was part of my response to do things differently this time.

Anna had been nibbling at my scone the entire time. I was thinking about making a more substantial breakfast, and knew that Anna wouldn't be satisfied with a whole bag of pastries, much less the two she had brought. For form's sake, I looked at my half eaten pastry, and then glowered at her. She had a face that radiated innocence, marred by MY scone crumbs on her cheek. So I got up, leaned over and brushed them away and then turned to the stove to make breakfast. Her look of surprise when I brushed her cheek confused me, I can't believe she thought I'd miss her eating my scone. I simply had more important things going on in my head.