Chapter 21
There was no doubt about it, I was starting to get infatuated with Astrida Wright. As we sat there on her couch and drank her wine, I found myself noticing every little thing about how she moved – the way she held the glass, the expression on her face when she took a sip. The brightness of her eyes, especially when she smiled.
I’ve always been attracted to intelligent women, but in the past it had always been practical intelligence that really moved me. Jackie’s street smarts when we lived in the hospital, my college girlfriend’s easy grasp of science. Astrida’s intelligence could be considered practical, in the sense that cryptography had practical applications, but she was distinctly bookish. I had never been attracted to a bookish woman before. I found her fascinating.
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