Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2003 08:11:24 -0800
From: Steve Thomas <s4d@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chance encounter.

Nifty:  Below was a regretted, no-sex chance encounter with a stranger.

This was a true chance encounter which I had with a stranger in a parking
lot. I wrote about it in my diary and this is the account:

So yesterday afternoon I was walking from the parking lot to the office
building where my appointment with my shrink, Kevin was. I was about half
way across the parking lot when this Devastatingly attractive guy (25 -- 30?)
came out the door of the building carrying some Fed Ex packages. He was
about my height (6'-0") thin blond hair, wonderfully expressive clear blue
eyes! His smooth,long neck protruded from a short sleeved, spotless white
shirt and a conservative reddish tie. His light tan Dockers were stretched
moderately by his package. He wore casual brown shoes.

He was not exactly buff, but trim, with a flat stomach. His exposed lower
arms were covered in fine but longish hair.  His face was tan and dark
toward the bottom with a heavy five-o'clock shadow.  My whole body yearned
with an overwhelming desire to reach out and place my hand gently on his
face.  My crotch pulsed with the tension, as I could feel the fly of my
tight Levis tighten.  I could feel a drop of precum ooze out as my butt
cheeks contracted and then released.

We were walking directly toward each other. We made eye contact. WELL??!!
Walking toward each other, you DO tend to make eye contact. But the
disconcerting thing was that every time I looked into his eyes, he was
looking at me, first, drilling into me! He seemed to be nailing me. I felt
my face flush a little - no, a LOT!  As we approached each other, he broke
into a beautifully delicious smile and said a very friendly, "Hi!"

Of course I said hi back, probably just as friendly. It's hard not to return
friendliness. Besides, it's my way!  From his look and voice expression, I
thought maybe HE thought he knew me. But he didn't! We passed each other
close enough to feel his warmth -- smell his heady scent - see a generous
matting of chest hair through the white shirt.

He proceeded to his car as I fairly floated to the door of the building.  I
seemed to vibrate, as I felt each hair on my arms stand on end.  As I
started to open the door I looked back and there he was, turned fully
around, stopped, and was staring at me. It looked like he sighed as his
chest swelled and then dropped.  I couldn't help looking into those
wonderful eyes again. It made me hungry!  He smiled again, and I smirked,
then lowered my eyes to the ground.  My breathing came short and almost
choked.

I turned and walked through the glass door and as the door was closing, I
caught a last glimpse of him through the darkened glass, almost running back
my direction. I panicked. I started for the closest place, the bathroom, but
then fearful logic clicked in. "NOPE! If he is actually following me, that
would be the place he'll go." So I RAN all the way down the hall and into my
shrink's door, closing it securely behind me.  I slumped against the door of
the waiting room, as I felt the blood drain out of my face, my breathing
coming in great gulps.

WAS he following me?  DID he think he knew me?  Was he just hurrying back to
his office to retrieve something he had forgotten? I guess I'll never know
for sure. I discussed this with my shrink. We covered all the possibilities.
Kevin usually is a very non-committal guy, but from my explanation, he
thought it was very probable this guy wanted to "hook up". I've always
wondered if there was some signal that guys give each other. Kevin told me
that eye contact was the signal. DUH! I am so naive, so DENSE sometimes!

I have cruised that parking lot many times in hopes of seeing him again, but
to no avail.  Part of me wants to meet him and another part is scared
shitless!  What does one say to a stranger - an Adonis?  Comments would be
appreciated.