Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me’ the tune was stuck in my head. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it or think about something else, I kept thinking about it being my birthday. I don’t know why. Thirty-six isn’t a great milestone. It was just another day of the week to everyone else. It was only special to me. Still, I kept singing ‘Happy Birthday to me’ in my head. I almost walked into the girl waiting in front of me at the coffee shop. If I were actually paying attention, I’d have never missed her.
She’s not the kind of girl you can overlook. Her attitude and generous curves made her stand out. She had a voluptuous, rubenesque figure and was gorgeous. She wore a scent of jasmine that reminded me of a girl I dated in High School who was also a curvaceous girl. I had a huge crush on her. When I took her to a dance, she spent the night flaunting her generous cleavage in a low cut black velvet dress. The view down that dress as we slow danced left me harder than a rock. We spent a lot of time slow dancing that night and she spent a lot of time whispering to the other girls about it. I got a lot more dates after that night. Continue reading