Feminine Persuasion

I had lived in my apartment for about 6 months until Ann finally spoke to me. I had just gotten off work and was walking up to my apartment from the parking garage and I was on my cell phone arguing with my ex about some of my things she had of mine that I was trying to get back. It was very hard to talk to her anyways, and it didn't help that she was being so cold hearted to me, making sure to tell me how much she loved the man she was still fucking that she cheated on me with. I got so angry at her, that I hung up the phone and began to cry a little in the hallway of my door. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to find Ann, pulling me in for a hug. I began to cry as she held me. This woman was a total stranger to me, but opened her self open to me to just hold me as I cried.

"Shhh. Everything will be OK. What's your name?"

"Eric," as I sniffled and wiped my tears away.

"Well Eric, I'm Ann. Please come inside and tell what's wrong. You seem like such a good guy, and I hate to see good people hurting."

We went inside her place and the first thing that hit me was the sweet smell of her perfume, intoxicating the entire apartment. She held onto my arm and escorted me to her couch. We sat down and she sat next to me, handing me some tissues from a box on the coffee table. I told her the story of my ex and that I was still cared for her, even though she had treated me so awful. I went on to tell her that it was also hard to meet another woman, and that my appearance was fault to that, plus my self esteem. She just sat and listened to me, the whole time with her hand on my leg.

"I hate for you to see me like this, especially a woman as beautiful as yourself."

"Well if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were coming on to me."

"No, just stating the facts."

"Aren't you just the charmer? Say, how about I cook us some food, maybe which will cheer you up. And I'll follow it up with some ice cream?"