Love at First Sight? My Foot!!!

I was with Henry, my Creative Director at Starbucks this morning, having our breakfast. This 33 yr-old overseas graduate and bachelor's attention was fully focused on a pretty lass, sitting across the room from us. Her laptop in front of her, she was facing the glass window, holding a cup of coffee and staring into space.

She has sleek black hair and what was very intriguing to the young man, was her pair of legs. Sexy, smooth, fair-skinned and it seemed to stretch forever into the short tight skirt that was barely covering her thighs. The type of legs a man would want to hold in his hands and plant kisses all the way from the toes to the spring of love. I silently observed him. I could hear the noises in his throat.... he was gulping. Breakfast was obviously wasted on him. I started picking at his salmon omelette.

"I think I'm in love!" he whispered after a moment. His eyes were glistening and he was on a high.

I rolled my eyes. He can't be in love. He's enthralled by those gorgeous legs. I used to have such legs too. And now they are hidden in long black pants. haiz.....

After breakfast, we proceeded to the advertising agency. At the reception, I asked for the person-in-charge. While waiting for the receptionist to make a call to the person, I heard the gulps again.

The receptionist was a big-eyed, pretty buxom Malay. Think Gong Li of The Curse of the Golden Flowers, that's how she was showing her ample assets. From the height where we were standing, you could see the rounded moulds of smooth firm flesh which seems to burst out any time. Imaginations could grow wild and I handed Henry some tissues. In case his nose decided to take a leak. He allowed himslef a wry smile and coughed to cover his embarrassment.

"I'm in love again!" he declared into the tissue, scrunched up around his mouth. I gave him a slight kick.

We were led to the conference room by Twin Peaks. Shortly after, the person-in-charge, Agnes walked in. She placed herself opposite us and started showing us the copies of artwork. Even before we could go on to the second piece of work, the familiar sounds came loud and clear.

"Oh, I forgot to get you some drinks. Coffee? Tea?" I was tempted to say "You!" on Henry's behalf.

The moment Agnes sashayed out of the room to get us tea, I swung round to face Henry who instinctively raised both his hands to defend his face. "Don't tell me you fell in love again? She has no great legs nor tits?"

"Hey! She has a sexy mouth. Look at her lips! Thick, sensuous, soft .... and the pout .... Wow! I would love to cover those with mine and suck the hell out of her."

I couldn't help pelting him with my file. Geezzzz...... men!

What makes you fall in love (some say lust) with an attractive opposite sex the first time you meet him/her?