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  • Imagine the most perfect lovers date.

    Imagine a man who takes control in the sweetest, most considerate, but direct way.

    Imagine a man who has much to risk, but is balanced with his caution and his joie de vivre and compulsion for fun.

    Imagine a man not preoccupied with status and career - a man who simply gets on with his job, content for political and academic stimuli, but also greedy for laughter, friendships and general hedonism.

    Imagine a man totally confident in himself, irrespective of physical appearance and dress - someone so utterly comfortable in his own skin, so composed and secure - the rest becomes irrelevant.

    Imagine a man whose lust for life is shown through his pursuit of a woman who knows she just needs something more, even though she knows the risks and knows she's greedy.

    And finally they could meet.

    Imagine, just imagine, how exciting that would be?

    And so they did.

    On a glorious spring day, after weeks of emails, they met. Emails of discovery, that were simply a foreplay to meeting face to face.

    In a beautiful park, spontaneous, but organised easily. No hiccups. No stress. Sensational coffee and laughing conversation as they wandered through wisteria covered arch to a shaded rotunda. Dappled sunlight, spring scents, the promise of Summer, the promise of so much more. Where they sat, to discover one another. Such ease. Such refreshing simplicity.

    So many spooky coincidences. So many shared joys. So many similar predilections and concerns.

    He touched her arm and could not help but stroke her skin. She touched him gently to illustrate a point and his eyes lit up and told her how delicious she was. Their body language was a cliché: sitting alongside one another on an old fashioned park bench, bodies twisted to face each face, surveying each smile, each laugh line, each other. Legs crossed toward each other, arms outstretched to accommodate some subtle physical connected.

    He told her she was fabulous. Awesome. Hilarious. Clever. As their legs touched. His were so long, they crossed against hers. On purpose.

    He was honest and candid and open. Self depreciating, and appreciative of her.

    Her time is up and he leads her back to her car. He is tall and she bumps him teasingly and tells him how very appealing that is. Without stumbling, he reaches for her hand with such innate confidence and ownership - and tells her that her fingers were cool, in a manner that suggested that he found this as enticing as the rest of her.

    Her small hand in his makes her feel as if she had being pleasingly possessed by a gentle bear. The sheer size of his paws feels comforting and sexy and...and just right.

    At her car, they kiss and grin into one another's eyes, and promise to be in touch.

    And The Consultant slipped from her mind, replaced by another.

    Who?

    The Academic, we shall call him.
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