I used to work in the jewellery section of a department store in a mall - not for long, but I liked it, and I was good at it. One day, I saw the most perfect pair of breasts walk right up to me and ask me some question. They had a girl attached. She was called Fabiola and her parents were both Mexican - although she was very eager for me to understand that she was "full American". I wasn't really listening to her racial self-hatred, though. She had long flowing black hair which fell in gentle curls all around her. She was carrying a little extra weight, but in the right places. However, I couldn't redirect my attention away from that amazing chest. It wasn't that they were especially big; they just suited her perfectly. I don't think I could stop playing with them if I ever started.

She wasn't afraid of them, either. They were thrown up in front of her for all to see, highlighted by a light, flowery summer dress. I became aware that I was staring, and the conversation drifted back into focus. I tried my usual save.

"That's a nice dress."

"Thank you."

"Very summery."

"Yeah. I've been waiting for the right time to wear it."

"I guess today's my lucky day!"

"...yeah. So can you help me?"

I had no interest in helping her, but I managed to use the time I could have spent doing my job hitting on her. She made some comment to the effect that guys never hit on her, which I find highly unlikely, and we arranged a date. I wanted to impress her, and I got the impression that she was no stranger to money, so I picked what I judged to be an upmarket restaurant. I could tell it was upmarket because it was very dark and the menus weren't laminated.

When she showed up, she looked amazing. She wore a short black dress with knee-high black leather boots. This is the way people dress in high-class porn movies. There is no way I was going to screw this up.

It's hard to isolate a particular incident, but all through the meal, I got very unromantic vibes from her. Any light-hearted references to sex were brushed off, and she resisted all attempts to get into a romantic sort of conversation. She was also looking around her all the time, like I was a hassle to be with. Now, I may be a hassle to be with, but she seemed very keen to do this the last time we met, and I'm pretty sure there was no tectonic shift in my personality within those two days.

After some reluctance, she finally told me this whole episode was a "crazy time in her life". Her previous boyfriend apparently dumped her from someone (referred to only as "that skanky *****") skinnier and blonder. So she entertained my advances to make herself feel better. As a normal man, I have no objections to being a hot chick's rebound fling. However, the previous night, her ex-boyfriend called her and told her he had made a big mistake with blondie, he now agreed that she was a "skanky *****", and he wanted Fabiola back, and so on. As he was the first guy she ever really loved, she was willing to give him another chance. However, having made the commitment to go out with me, and knowing how difficult it was for "nice guys like you" to ask girls out, she felt she had to honor it.

We didn't order dessert.