Review: Vivienne Cole

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I loved her glasses. Cat's eye, black, possibly Dior? They topped her wardrobe perfectly on a cloudy New York afternoon -- chic, self-assured, approachable, warm, with something hidden suggested. We sat for champagne, sipped and chatted. Soon, we were laughing, hers a warm bubbling chuckle. Her hands are uniquely expressive with perfectly lacquered red nails. I suddenly flashed on wanting to be touched by her. With a smile, I slipped on my glasses and said, "Nerd kiss?" With a bubbling laugh, our lips met and our glasses clicked as expected. And then her fingers found the side of my face and my skin tingled...