Making sense

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 Once in a while (if at all), you get in a situation where thoughts don't make sense, when you think in a certain pattern with no known reason.

 Being attracted to women is natural, at least if you're a straight guy. Me, I was inexplicably hooked to a girl I met for the first time. Yeah, she had the right parts: proportional bosom, height at par with mine, not slim or fat [nods]. Yep, all the right parts, I tell you.

 She was in a relationship, which was fine 'cause I was just looking. But I couldn't stop myself from looking at her. She wasn't -THAT- pretty, truth be told, but I'd always look.

 So, I dug.

 And after all the passive digging, I discovered that my attraction was based on the fact that she resembles another Lady in my life. Said Lady wasn't a romantic interest but she was someone special as she pointed out the right directions to take. Said Lady is/was sensible, pretty and perky (unless she's in one of those moods) and what makes/made her attractive was her panache. She was kinda short, a bit on the skinny side and was quite flat but she has left an impression, one that is making itself known.

 It's nice to know the reason behind the ill-proportioned attraction I felt. Such things tend to mess up other things. Knowing is half the battle.