He was a real man. Maybe he knew he was in the presence of a coddled little girl who knew nothing about life? That's how it all seemed. I approached closer. I could see his tank top was not actually grey, but white soaked dark with sweat. He wore olive green cargo pants lined with pockets, but no shoes. There was something about him that made me desire to win his approval. Not because of what he could give me, but because of who I knew he really was deep down in his soul and character.
I felt a cease wild uncontrollable desire and attraction. A carnal animal need to be with him. Between the sweat, dirt, and blood, he gave off a scent that spoke powerfully to my starving female libido.