He has a smile that lights up a room, a gaze that makes you feel vulnerable standing before him, his chiseled features means he can hold his own among models. This handsome bilingual stranger is starring at me from across the room. I sometimes think this is the start to a daydream I've made up in my head because it's a bit surreal that it's happened to me. I don't consider myself particularly beautiful, I mean maybe it's just my insecurities talking, I am attractive but even I thought this guy was out of my league. I'm forgetting to mention a few things here, like I have a boyfriend so I will start from the beginning.
Note: I've changed names and nationalities to protect identities
My boyfriend is British, I'm not we're both in our early twenties and we've been in a long distance relationship for a few years. Yes it's very difficult to do long distance for so long and it does put a strain on us but we've manged to make it work, there's never been any cheating, I trust him totally, he treats me great. That's the hardest thing about being infatuated with someone else. It would be easy if my boyfriend was a dick but he's not so there's no movie, girl choice is easy, in fact i'm not sure there's a choice here at all hence the question mark in title.
This was my first family holiday when I met Daniel (real guy's name oozes sexuality, let your imagination run wild). He was there when I arrived, on vacation by himself, he's single, he's a military pilot and none of his friends were available to travel at the time he had vacation. It was actually my mum who pointed out to me that he kept looking in my direction. I'm the type of girl who feels guilty for even finding another man attractive. He tried to make conversation, a little good morning here and there but his first language is Spanish and he didn't feel comfortable enough with his English (or my mum around) to approach me.
One night after the entertainment, I saw him there sitting by himself after hours of him trying to get my attention and checking me out, I walked over and said hi. He seemed overwhelmed, like he couldn't believe I came over to him and frankly I couldn't either, this was totally out of character for me. We sat near the pool and talked, stumbled around Spanish and English into the early hours of the morning. He eventually said he had an early start tomorrow, kissed me on the cheek goodnight (twice) and we parted ways. I went to bed feeling electric. A tingle in my stomach, a smile on my face.
The next day was filled with activities, by evening I felt a bit ill (too much to drink) and decided to stay at the hotel while the others went out. I slept a while then a sat out by the pool again. I saw him zoom past me, he went to his room but quickly came out again, kissed my cheek hello and pulled up a seat near me. He seemed so comfortable like we had known each other ages. He was noticeably more tanned than the night before, apparently he had spent all day on a catamaran. At one point he told me to hold on while he responded to messages on his phone. There was a awkward silence and frankly I felt a sting of rejection but he then put it away and gave me his full attention.
I didn't know how to feel about him at this point, was last night just alcohol talking? I crawled back into my insecurities. We talked all that afternoon about trivial things, favorite type of music, the normal stuff. Then he invited me to a beach party, I didn't even hesitate. I had heard the hotel mention it before and I thought more guests would be there, turned out it was just us and the locals. I was the only English speaker there....(to be continued)
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