Finding One To Call Her Own

Allie’s life was putting her in one testing predicament after another. First her boyfriend cheats on her, then her car breaks down, and all the while her business is going belly up. In better days, she could handle it, but as of right now, she felt like she had just lived the worse year of her entire life. With a huge passion for movies and cupcakes, the two things that have always kept her sane, especially through a cheating boyfriend and a failing business, Allie wanted something to call her own. Who would believe that this is the time for finding the perfect man and quite possibly a new business.
Her passion for movies led her to owning a video store, one that demised to the instantaneous steaming competitors. Yet, life’s deceit did not stop there as her love of cupcakes, attached themselves to her body in the weight of forty pounds by the way of excessive depression when her one true love deceived her. During the height of her failing business, she found him in her bed with another woman, suggesting that she joins them. Then again, after the moment of anguish passed, she had to wonder, was he really any good for her after all?

Finding a perfect man is next to impossible, yet to have him find her, she can only be led to believe that something is wrong with the man. If she just looks hard enough, she might find fault in his armor. No man is ever, this perfect.
A woman's life can often be challenging; finding the perfect man can be one of the biggest challenges for a mature woman, if Allie could even consider herself mature these days. Her life was being viewed like an optical disillusion, which is why when a nice accommodating sexy man comes to her rescue, he could be nothing but imperfect if she looked hard enough past his perfect looks.

When life feels out of sorts, nothing a few cupcakes could not cure, right? Allie Bradford's life has changed in so many dramatic ways, that the last thing on her mind at thirty-two is to try to find the perfect man. However, what if, he finds her, and he thinks she is so perfect that he'll overlook everything she tries to do that other boyfriends disliked?

He took a step towards me, and I tried to step back but realized I was as far back as I could go. My sexual awareness to the man had me now leaning back a bit against the back-passenger door, as if it was support. My knees felt like they could buckle from the sexual energy between us as he took another small step closer. It was the moment he placed his arms on the top of my car, one on either side of me, and leaned in a bit with that same damn sexual smile, that my entire insides went rushing with such a hotness to my core that all my sexual reservations were lost to a naughty fantasy. In that moment, I knew I was in some serious sexual trouble.