The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
Alex had a muscular build and a bright yellow motorcycle.
Both of these were good tools for being noticed. I accepted his invitation for a ride and supper. Alex insisted that I wear a safety helmet. How was anyone ever going to see my long blond hair flowing behind me? He finally gave up when I evoked my demeaning glare.
I hung on to his waist as he accelerated away from red lights and around curves. The male drivers of the cars beside us looked at me with a big smile. If Alex caught them ogling me they would give him a big “thumbs up.” It was more than being noticed. I could feel a strange tingling in places that I don’t wish to describe here. There was still a little daylight remaining after we finished our supper. The return ride from the restaurant had the same effect on me as our earlier one. Alex took me back to his hotel room.