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picks up one of Juliette’s curls asking, “What do you do to get that color and those types of curls?”
    In her happy, breezy way Juliette says, “It just comes out of my head that way. After swimming this morning, I brushed it and then used some Curls Rock.”
    I’m thinking there has to be a hitch. This women is just too casual and easy. The next thing I know we’re talking about wine tasting. Juliette doesn’t talk about girly things, I wonder if it’s because she’s an engineer. Most women I’ve dated can talk about hair, nails, and clothes for hours—conversations that make me want to escape.
    When we get to the top of the tower, we have a good view of San Francisco Bay. Juliette leans on the wall next to me as we both look out at the waterfront. Unable to resist I pick up one of her curls. Her hair is soft. She gives me a sweet look. Her skin is just so smooth; her coloring is luminescent, I can’t help but drag the pads of my finger down her cheek to her jaw. The touch ignites my entire body. Which makes me wonder what she tastes like? Is the rest of her body as soft and sweet as her face? While I’m thinking about her, she licks her sweet pink lips. Man, we’re in public; I can’t be walking around here with a boner. Standing up straighter to stretch I grab her hand and try thinking about things that will keep my libido in control. With a half-smile I say, “Come on; let’s check out the other views.”
    After making a complete loop, I look out towards the water, which gives me an idea as I suggest, “Lets head over to the Embarcadero and get a drink.”
    When we get back down to the street, figuring I should start making some more decisions, I tell her, “I’d like to sit out on the pier.” Reading through restaurant choices from my phone I ask, “Do you like oysters?”
    She smiles and says in her easy way, “Yeah, I’ll eat almost anything.”
    Taking Juliette’s hand in mine, we walk down the busy Embarcadero. It reminds me of Chicago. Living right on Lake Michigan for four years, I loved being part of all the people down by the waterfront. The bar I saw online is about a twenty-minute walk. They seat us on their outdoor patio. As I pick up the menu, I see Juliette rubbing her hands together as she asks, “What’s hot?”
    “You’re cold?” I ask in surprise
    She chuckles, in a self-deprecating way she explains, “Yeah, I have a little engine that easily runs cold. You have a lot more muscle mass then me.”
    She is a little thing; I was just thinking I wish I hadn’t taken my jacket since it’s making me too warm. Taking off my jacket, I wrap it around her as I ask, “Wasn’t Irish coffee invented in San Francisco?”
    She nods, then fills in, “Yeah, over at the Buena Vista by Ghirardelli Square.”
    As she snuggles into my coat I think, lucky coat. Doing the next best thing I pick up her hands, they feel cold as I rub them between mine. She gives me a sweet, shy look. As I feel some warmth return to her hands I ask in a voice I find surprisingly deep, “Better?”
    With a shy smile she nods.
    The server interrupts this intimate moment. “What can I get you folks?”
    As we stand to leave she hands me back my jacket. I reluctantly take it, putting my arm around her to keep her warm, I realize I’m not fooling myself, I tuck her close because I like the way she feels.
    Back on the Embarcadero, I look up and can see the Ferry Building and suggest we take a ferry to Sausalito. As we walk her head is right below my nose. She smells like fruity hair product and something else all her own. At the kiosk I buy us tickets while noticing that we only have a couple of minutes before the next one leaves. Grabbing ahold of her hand, I tip my head as I say, “Let’s run for it,” then I pull her along the dock.
    Once on the ferry we find a bench that overlooks a large portal, really it’s more like a picture window. Strategically, I place my arm around her as I tuck her close,