Least of all this guy named Thomas. He was daunting, self-assured and highly attractive. Deep down I knew I had no chance so I never allowed myself to be too attracted. I remember being stunned to find out the plain gal standing next to me on the deck of the house where we got his furniture from was his ex-wife. I couldn't believe the luck this gal had to be with him, and my mind raced to calculate why she had lost such a catch. She must have been the greatest nimrod in the history of mankind unless he was just hideous to live with, which I didn't think possible based on what I saw thus far. I wondered who dumped who, and why she gave a crap about the ugliest Porsche in the western hemisphere. We went up to the street and just as I was about to leave in my Corola he mentioned getting some food, maybe something quick at McDonald's, just as a thank-you for services rendered. I didn't think he was attracted to me so I thought very little of it and we picked a nice little place in Sugerhouse. I don't remember the food but by god I remember the moment when I looked in his deep eyes about forty five minutes into it. I am not sure why I looked at him then like that, but it was different, and it was then that I noticed that he was different.
