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A married woman that I might at a Poetry Club messaged me a year later. She said she was planning a new poetry club. We met at an art museum. I met her mother and we all hung out. She said she had told her mother about me a lot. I dont know why. We Had coffee, shared our writing and talked literature... but we never spoke of the new poetry group she claimed to have set the meeting with me for. The other guy she said was going to come suddenly couldn't make it.

Afterwards she messaged me and said she was "charmed" by me "honestly". Then said, "You are good and nice. Hehe. This is me being blunt. Don't mind." Whatever that means. Then she said that I speak fine and sweetly and saw a clip on my FB profile "singing well". She had shown up with a ceramic gift with a couple books for me to keep. I thanked her for that. She asked me to think of her as her friend and be more open about the true feelings in my poetry. I simply told her that my poetry was very sensual about my inner demons and semi-biographical and such. Then she asks, "What did you think of me?"

Toward the end of our follow up convo she says, "I thought you were smart and serious... great sense of humor. You look good in suits. I wish I could help you with girls. I do that for my friends. You like what kind of girls?"

Anyway, long story short. I hadn't seen her in about a year. We had some pictures together that day. Throughout the entirety of the meet upI felt this strange sexual energy. Like an intense horniness. I saw her looking me up and down in my blazer. I saw her fold her arms nervously while walking beside me. And she would raise her chin with wide eyes when talking to me. She was married, but if her other wasn't there I feel we'd have made out or had sex. It was that intense.

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