Pavement, glances and Initiatory Audacity

It’s impossible to know in advance how she would have reacted when I was just a couple of seconds with her. Well, not with her, really. In proximity: what we shared was something purely technical, something you’d only need a ruler to understand, absolutely nothing else. Certainly, the fantasy of the zipless fuck remains very attractive, much less so the twisting of a face into irritation. So how do you dare to search for an emotional dimension in a simple case of being-nearness like this? Perhaps my biggest fear would not be that of being to told to go to hell but rather having to accept that for someone I had become Just Another Invasive Creep.