What I was feeling about Miss Jordan Baker

I met Miss Baker when I went over to the Buchanan's house for dinner.  I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her gray sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, discontented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before.  We did not talk much at the dinner, but at ten o'clock she claimed it was time for her to go to bed. Daisy explained that she was going to play in a tournament the next day. I then realized that she was Jordan Baker, the professional golfer. We exchanged our goodbyes before she left for the night. Daisy jokingly said that she was going to arrange their marriage and that she was going to accidentally lock us in the linen closest and push us out to sea in a boat.  I am not going to lie I was not totally opposed to the idea because I was attracted to her. Once she went upstairs to bed, Tom and Daisy told me more about her. She was from Louisville and her only family member was a very old aunt who was not doing too well.  Daisy said Jordan was going to be spending a lot weekends in East Egg and that she spend sometime with me. I am excited for to get to spend sometime with her and get to know more about her.