Her name was Naomi, Hebrew for pleasure or enjoyment. When she walked in, I tried hard to keep my eyes on my screen and not at the soft, velvet flesh of her long, graceful legs. As she crossed the lobby of the hostel, she paused briefly and turned slightly. That’s when she caught me looking.
She had sandy blonde hair, that fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes were green like emerald that sparkled under the moonlight in the windswept Georgia Strait that separated Vancouver Island from BC.
I forced myself to focus on my work, but I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her luscious curves. So naturally, I was at a lost for words when she approached.
“Love your feet,” she said softly.
I didn’t bother to look down. I knew what my feet looked like. They were dry, calloused and much neglected.
Hers, were sleek and graceful and appeared to sparkled under her soft, Bohemian dress.
“Your feet, the ones on your computer,” she explained.
“Oh, those.” I blushed lightly, my eyes smiled back. As she got nearer, I could see her taut, smooth skin stretched tightly over her high rouge cheeks.
“Oh, they’re my Five Fingers,” explaining that I am a huge fan of barefoot running with the Vibrams Five Fingers and decided to stick a pair of their running shoe decals on the top of my laptop.
“Oh, are you a runner?” She already knew the answer to this question.
“Yup, luv it more than anything. No pain, no gain.”
“Im not much of a runner, but I’m a biker. Do you biking?”
“Most definitely. In fact, I bought my bike to Vancouver all the way from DC. It’s a Raleigh, folding bike.”
“Well then, perhaps we can go biking sometime. I’m pretty familiar with all the bike trails in the area. Lived here nearly my entire life”
“And I’m brand new to this city, so would love a personalized tour.”
“Well, I’m not available tonight, but perhaps tomorrow night. Here’s my contact, in case you’re available.”
I was both shocked and thrilled that she so easily gave me her number, I couldn’t contain myself.
Since I was only in town for a few days, I didn’t wait the usual 24 hours. No time to play games.
So later that evening I texted her and we agreed to meet up the next day for dinner and drinks. We met at the hostel and biked over to Miko Sushi. This was a quaint, Mom & Pop. We ordered a bowl of Udon and sashimi.
