Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2012 23:26:02 -0400
From: Intel Grand <nefariaun@gmail.com>
Subject: My Other Half Chapter 1

My Other Half

Chapter 1


	There he is - sitting with a friend of his at the bar, having a
drink. I wonder if he knows that I've been staring at him for the past
hour, constantly analyzing every piece of him trying to find some flaw that
would drive me away, but I can't. It's a strange thing because, for the
most part, every guy I meet seems to have some deterrent that makes me lose
interest almost immediately.
	"His eyes are too widely spaced," I'll think to myself. "This guy
is dumber than a bag of rocks."
      I'm sure you guys get the picture. This man, however, seems to be
absolute perfection.  He has a round-shaped head, dark brown hair, and
enchantingly green eyes. His smile is perfect, and his teeth are extremely
white. Sort of like the Hollywood white that most superstars have these
days. His shoulders are broad, masculine, buff, and he gives me this
overwhelming feeling of safety. I feel as if being with him would protect
me from everything I fear the most. I'm more of a shy person, but he has
all the qualities I lack. He could complete me. I imagine myself being in
his arms all night, every night, and I get an intense feeling of passion
and security.
	"Who is this guy? How can someone I don't even know make me feel
this way?" I ask myself. I guess I'll have to find out one way or another.
Sooner or later, he's going to think I'm a complete freak by the way I've
been watching him. I've been ignoring all of my friends the entire night
just to sit and fantasize about this mysterious man, but I feel right about
him. It's as if all my doubt about love, pain, rejection, and commitment
just melts off of me. I know this is premature thinking, but I can't help
myself. I look at him, and my soul experiences happiness.  I'm not one to
usually take chances, seeing as how I'm a heart surgeon. In the operating
room, if I make even the slightest mistake, someone's life could be over.
All that responsibility looms over my head constantly. The decisions I make
are typically cold, calculating, and precise. I leave nothing up to the
unknown when it comes to others' lives. But this - this is something I have
to take a risk on.
	"I have to do this," I think to myself. "What if he's interested in
me too? How would I know if I don't just take the chance and put myself out
there? Here it goes. . ."
	I walk over to the bar, stand directly to the left of him, and I
casually order myself a cranberry and vodka drink. I spoke loudly enough to
get his attention, and surprisingly, he noticed me. In the midst of his
conversation with the person he was with, his attention immediately shifted
to me, and he then proceeded to tell the bartender to put the drink on his
tab.  I couldn't believe this. Did he really find me attractive enough to
buy me a drink? Or was he just being polite? I personally don't think I'm
much of a looker. I'm 37, about 5 feet 8 inches tall, 140 pounds, and
clean-cut for the most part. I have a mix of blue and green eyes, which
most people find very fascinating and peculiar. I take pride in that. I
have a nice complexion - not too pale, not too tan. My skin is clear but
shows sign of the stress of my job. I have a few small wrinkles around my
eyes, but nothing too noticeable. I'm also more slightly feminine, which I
often fear turns most guys away. As a result, I have more of the mindset of
a female in the relationship. I'm very emotional, sensitive, and I can
interpret subtle things that most masculine guys overlook.
	"You didn't have to do that," I quickly said, but my voice carried
signs of flattery.
	"You look like you've had a rough night," he replied with his
beautiful smile. "I figured it was the least I could do for you. Are you
from around here?"
	He was right. I did have a rough night. A patient of mine crashed
on the table, but I was able to resuscitate him after several CPR attempts.
Now it's as if that never even happened. I'm in pure bliss.
	"Yeah, I live about two blocks south from here in Swiss Heights.
What about you?"
	"Wow - what the hell do you do to afford living in that
neighborhood? I live about a mile and half north of here with a friend of
mine in an apartment that we own." He said casually, as if this friend of
his was nothing more than that, but I had to figure out a way to sneak that
question into the conversation.
	"Oh, so you two are together?" I asked, hoping he doesn't sense how
interested I am.
	"Definitely not," he laughed. "I've been single for about a year
now. Had a really rough relationship, and since then I've told myself I'd
probably never get back out in the dating world.  He's nice to talk to when
I need someone, but that's about it."
	I was so relieved to hear that. Now to find out what his name is.
	"Oh nice. I know exactly what you mean - I went through a pretty
hard time with an ex- boyfriend of mine who cheated on me repeatedly. Ever
since then I've had a lot of difficulty trusting anyone. I didn't catch
your name, by the way," I hope I didn't spill my guts out too early into
the conversation.
	"I apologize for that, it was probably rude of me not to introduce
myself. My name is Jason, what about you?" Well, at least he wants to know
my name.
	"I'm David. It's really nice to meet you," I smiled. My attraction
for him is so obvious, but I can't help but think he may feel the same way
for me. The way he looks at me and speaks to me with such interest could
only mean one thing. Most guys couldn't care less what your name is before
they get you into their bedroom. Jason doesn't seem this way, though. I
hope not, at least.
	"What do you think about you and I going somewhere more private so
we can get to know each other a little better? I'm not really one for the
bar scene, but my friend dragged me out so he didn't have to be here
alone. By the look of things, though, he seems to be pretty occupied now,"
he pointed over to his friend, Ron. "If you want, we can go back to my
place and have some drinks there."
	I quickly accepted his offer. How could I not? Thankfully he hadn't
drunk much, so he was capable of driving. I got into his car, which was
actually pretty nice, though I'm not one to judge on such things
usually. The drive was kind of awkward, but I became quite comfortable
after being in the car for a while. Once we arrived to his apartment, I
went to open my door, and he quickly told me to wait a second. So I
did. Next thing I know, he is on the passenger's side opening the door for
me. I was shocked. He is a complete gentleman.
	"A guy opening a door for me? Wow. I thought I'd never see the
day," I said, laughing.  "That's very sweet of you."
	"Like I said, looks like you've had a rough night. Just trying to
make you feel appreciated is all." He smiled. "Besides, you don't look that
bad at all, really. In fact, you look...very handsome."
	I immediately started blushing. "You really think so?"
	"To be honest, I haven't seen a guy look as good as you in quite a
while. It's a nice change of pace," he knows all the right things to say.
	I felt overwhelmed by his words. No guy that I've ever spoken to
has had so much control over my emotions. This could potentially be a bad
thing. Anyway, we walk upstairs to his apartment, and I go to sit on the
couch in front of the television. He brings me a beer, and we pick back up
on our conversation.
	"So, tell me about this ex of yours," he said inquisitively.
	"Well, long story short: He and I were together for about three
years. After about a year of dating, we decided to move in together. Things
were great at first. I was in my last year of medical school, and because I
already had a mountain of student loan debt to worry about, he offered to
take care of most of the finances around the house. He had a pretty
lucrative job at the time, which helped me out tremendously. I loved him to
say the least," I started choking up. I didn't think I was able to explain
the rest.
      He put his hand on mine, which offered me some reassurance and made
me feel more comfortable, and I started to continue.
      "Anyway. One day I came home from class a little early, and heard a
weird noise coming from the bedroom. I've never had any reason to suspect
anything from him before, so I casually walked back there just to see what
he was doing. When I opened the door, there he was with someone else in our
bed. Apparently he had been meeting up with this guy almost daily when I
was in class. I was gone a long time every day, but I couldn't help that. I
sometimes blamed myself for being so absent, but I wanted better for myself
and for us as a whole. It literally broke my heart. The next day I packed
up and had to move back home with my parents for the remainder of that year
until I finished school," that was a relief. It was nice to have someone to
really talk to about this.
      His hand squeezed hard in mine. It was clear that I was emotionally
vulnerable, and I think he knew that it was a big step for me to open up to
someone like that.
      "That son of a bitch," he mumbled. His eyes were staring right into
mine. "How could he do that to you, when all you wanted was a better future
for the both of you? If only I could see him for myself. . . the things I
would do to him," he stopped there. I felt so safe. I felt cared for and
appreciated.
      After he said that to me, I was suddenly overtaken by a rush of
emotion. I stared into his eyes, my hand gripped tightly by his, and we sat
there quietly. He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me,
tightly at first, but then his grip became gentler. I could feel his warm
breath on the back of my neck, and I couldn't help but get a hard on right
then and there.  His clean, masculine scent filled my nostrils, and at that
moment in time there was no other place I'd rather have been. He sat me up,
turned me around, and moved his face in toward mine. The tips of our noses
touched, and my breathing began to deepen and slow. And then, he moved his
lips toward mine, and we kissed.


      All characters in this story are fictitious, and have no relation to
any real life peoples. If you like this story, please feel free to email me
at nefariaun@gmail.com.  I do plan to write more of this as I do have some
ideas, but would like some feedback and maybe some questions that I can
expand the plot upon. My goal was initially to leave out the sexual details
so that the readers can see the personal aspects of each character, but
rest assured, there will be plenty of that later on in further installments
for those who enjoy it.