I write this in a rush. My time is running out here.
I still have not penetrated my enigma. I first noticed her on a murky hot sunny day as I made my way to the Post Office at Sichuan University in Chengdu.
I was half way across the First Circular road about 10o metres from the university gate. I noticed this splash of bright orange against the fence just opposite the newspaper kiosk. The bright colour shone out like the sun we could not see but that gave of all this heat. It was hot.
I finished crossing the road not now making to the university but towards what was to be the new sun in my life. I could see it was a women wearing a truly striking ankle length orange shift dress. Orange was a colour few can wear at all. She was wearing it to stunning effect.
As I got closer i could see she had a lovely body. She was slim and the dress while not tailored to fit the body was tailored by her body to wonderful effect. She set it off with what I could now see was a truly wonderful form. What a vision. And I was now coming into the neighbourhood it so wonderfully defined. She was beautiful.
All the key features of her body gave form to the formless of the striking dress she wore. Her firm breast thrusting breast pushed forward again the upper folds of the dress drawing attention down from the pearl like beauty of the slender long soft neck that protruded from her dresses demure neckline. The loose folds only partially hiding the slimness of her waist made even more evident by the thrust of her hips against the limits her dress set further down. And the way the folds hinted at the unseen only added not subtracted from the power of the impact her presence had.
The fact that she had the confidence to wear this amazing outfit and was able to stand there doing an exceedingly menial job amazed and excited me. She was selling discount phone cards in competition with dozen or so others along this stretch of the inner circular road in Chengdu. There was no competition. The other drab dumpy women wearing trainers and cheap skirts and dresses simply did not exist nor did the numerous pretty students striding delightfully by.
There was only her.
I got closer. I could now see the dress was of good quality. How could she be here selling phone cards.
I could now see her face. It was stunningly sculptured. She had classic elegant high cheekbones that emphasized her complection as her body did her dress. The softness and clarity of her unlined skin was truly awe inspiring. Wow she was special. How could I contain myself. I tried to.
I walked past her but felt as if a piece of elastic had become attached between her and I. As I tried to move on its tension got higher and higher until in the end I just could not make the turn into the university gate. I turned and started to walk back towards her. I must speak to HER.
The classic beauty of her face was now held in expectant commercial expectation of as sale to a foreigner.
I approached her. I asked what she was selling. She started to show me. I felt her breath. I felt the touch of her hand I felt her body ever so lightly in contact with mine. I could have but did not come.
How could I continue speaking. I tried to listen as she explained to me in Chinese I could not understand what her product was and its advantages. In stead she spoke to my soul. I searched in my pocket for the 20RMB she wanted. I gave it to gladly. It provided contact with HER.
I must speak. I asked her in haltingly bad Chinese if she would have lunch with me that minute. She looked certain in her rejection of my felicitations. Who was this total stranger? What was he about? Why is he giving her all this attention? These questions crossed her face. The power of her being. Her stance and her choice in wearing such a stunning but incongruous outfit suggested she must know how good looking she was. I pressed her again to have lunch. The love of my eyes had begun.
Who was she?
I still have not penetrated my enigma. I first noticed her on a murky hot sunny day as I made my way to the Post Office at Sichuan University in Chengdu.
I was half way across the First Circular road about 10o metres from the university gate. I noticed this splash of bright orange against the fence just opposite the newspaper kiosk. The bright colour shone out like the sun we could not see but that gave of all this heat. It was hot.
I finished crossing the road not now making to the university but towards what was to be the new sun in my life. I could see it was a women wearing a truly striking ankle length orange shift dress. Orange was a colour few can wear at all. She was wearing it to stunning effect.
As I got closer i could see she had a lovely body. She was slim and the dress while not tailored to fit the body was tailored by her body to wonderful effect. She set it off with what I could now see was a truly wonderful form. What a vision. And I was now coming into the neighbourhood it so wonderfully defined. She was beautiful.
All the key features of her body gave form to the formless of the striking dress she wore. Her firm breast thrusting breast pushed forward again the upper folds of the dress drawing attention down from the pearl like beauty of the slender long soft neck that protruded from her dresses demure neckline. The loose folds only partially hiding the slimness of her waist made even more evident by the thrust of her hips against the limits her dress set further down. And the way the folds hinted at the unseen only added not subtracted from the power of the impact her presence had.
The fact that she had the confidence to wear this amazing outfit and was able to stand there doing an exceedingly menial job amazed and excited me. She was selling discount phone cards in competition with dozen or so others along this stretch of the inner circular road in Chengdu. There was no competition. The other drab dumpy women wearing trainers and cheap skirts and dresses simply did not exist nor did the numerous pretty students striding delightfully by.
There was only her.
I got closer. I could now see the dress was of good quality. How could she be here selling phone cards.
I could now see her face. It was stunningly sculptured. She had classic elegant high cheekbones that emphasized her complection as her body did her dress. The softness and clarity of her unlined skin was truly awe inspiring. Wow she was special. How could I contain myself. I tried to.
I walked past her but felt as if a piece of elastic had become attached between her and I. As I tried to move on its tension got higher and higher until in the end I just could not make the turn into the university gate. I turned and started to walk back towards her. I must speak to HER.
The classic beauty of her face was now held in expectant commercial expectation of as sale to a foreigner.
I approached her. I asked what she was selling. She started to show me. I felt her breath. I felt the touch of her hand I felt her body ever so lightly in contact with mine. I could have but did not come.
How could I continue speaking. I tried to listen as she explained to me in Chinese I could not understand what her product was and its advantages. In stead she spoke to my soul. I searched in my pocket for the 20RMB she wanted. I gave it to gladly. It provided contact with HER.
I must speak. I asked her in haltingly bad Chinese if she would have lunch with me that minute. She looked certain in her rejection of my felicitations. Who was this total stranger? What was he about? Why is he giving her all this attention? These questions crossed her face. The power of her being. Her stance and her choice in wearing such a stunning but incongruous outfit suggested she must know how good looking she was. I pressed her again to have lunch. The love of my eyes had begun.
Who was she?
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