I listened, absorbed into her situation, isolating myself from anything else surrounding me. Normally I’d have an internal fit at the audacity of a woman hijacking my time and space. The appeal of her energy flow was the generous spirit, despite her speaking of herself. She had an immediate issue, and the anonymity of my being a stranger made an easier release. She asked about me. I answered briefly and urged her to continue.
I could have stood there and listened forever how long. She told me that her daughter said that she needed to do something about her tits. I disagreed. Her figure was appealing, and that was inspiring because she was older than me. She smelled delightful and her teeth were good. To write of it now stirs me beyond lust. I imagined following her around — listening more.
She touched my arm here and there. If she had kissed me, as strange as that might be, I would have suggested that we exchange phone numbers.
When she left, I couldn’t focus.
I wondered if you would be coming back to tell me more about Israel and your daughter in the Israeli army.