My wife (Tammy) and I went to see a house a last week. She’s 32, curvy, beautiful, the kind of woman who always gets noticed. Usually she doesn’t like it. She’ll shut guys down if they say something out of line.
But this time was different.
The agent was slightly older, confident, secretly checking her out. We got to the master bathroom, it was huge, and she walked in ahead of us and said, “Wow, this is so big.”
He smiled and then said, “I’m used to hearing that.”.
I froze, expecting her to roll her eyes or brush it off. But instead… she smiled. Not annoyed. A real, amused, almost flirty smile.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. The way she looked at him. That split-second where I felt like I wasn’t even in the room.
She hasn’t brought it up. Neither have I.
But I keep replaying it in my head. And yeah, part of me… likes it. More than I want to admit.
But this time was different.
The agent was slightly older, confident, secretly checking her out. We got to the master bathroom, it was huge, and she walked in ahead of us and said, “Wow, this is so big.”
He smiled and then said, “I’m used to hearing that.”.
I froze, expecting her to roll her eyes or brush it off. But instead… she smiled. Not annoyed. A real, amused, almost flirty smile.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. The way she looked at him. That split-second where I felt like I wasn’t even in the room.
She hasn’t brought it up. Neither have I.
But I keep replaying it in my head. And yeah, part of me… likes it. More than I want to admit.
