out of time

that's my problem, i'm far too slow. i'll tell you now about this woman i've met some days ago, easily one of the sexiest women i've ever met. the funny part: she was the one who started talking to me (i'd not dare, not in a million years). good conversation. very good conversation, actually, about nothing and everything and a little bit of this and that. nice blue eyes, well framed by the blonde hair. the ironic smile completed the picture, and a little detail that came out along the conversation - that her favourite music band was muse - was the cherry over all that cream. but, remember, i said above i was out of time. and i truly was: she was older than me (how older i know not, since i seldom ask a woman how old is she, especially if she's sexy - learned that at my own expenses, mind you), far older than me, and, as far as i understood from the conversation, almost married. again, out of time. this shit is genetic, i tell you.