I think it was her smile. It was a great smile, natural, but perhaps just a little too big.
Or maybe it was her dress, you now, too revealing, too flash, all body hugging and that. Although the body it hugged I had no problem with, none at all.
We'd bumped into each other at the bar and started talking. It was easy talk, real easy, not hard work at all.
We talked for a while. She had blue eyes that I had difficulty not staring into. She flashed them at me one last time as she was leaving towards the end, when she looked kind of sad.
I didn't ask her for a number or anything. I'm thinking it was because of her smile, just a little too big. It certainly wasn't the fact that she had three young kids because, you know, that wouldn't deter me. No, I wouldn't be put off by that, not at all. So it must have been the smile. Or the dress. One of the two, anyway.
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