Yes, I know, women remember what men say about other women, and I have woman readers. So? Point? It would all be academic if not for the technical degrees, work experience reconstructing automobile accidents, and relentless interest in sports both as an observer and participant. No, it would still be academic with all that. In fact, it is all academic, because though she and I are acquainted, we’re not friendly beyond the hallway hello, and I have no doubt been long written off as just another old married guy. Which I am. I’m fine with that. The written off part.
Indeed, I wouldn’t be saying a damn thing but that there’s this fine picture of us advancing against the enemy, partners in war, shoulder to shoulder from the pseudo-random chance brought by the chaos of battle. Unlike all the other female participants and ninety percent of the male, she was good to keep fighting into the twilight, a gamer and a warrior to the end. It is this that cemented my friend’s infatuation, the final nail in the coffin of lust he fell into when first he saw her walking by in boots, a skirt, and a tight sweater. Ah, the callow fascinations of youth. For yes, he’s just a kid, turning only fifty one this year. Obviously I am far more mature.
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This is cool because I just finished putting a blogger feed list thing into my non-blogger blog and your blog popped up, just like that, right to the top!
This is just so cool.
LOL. I don't care what you say about other women ... lust away!
I think you should overtly lust out loud more often. You barely touched it this time, no?
Aaaaaaand, the games you were playing. That was for work, right, obviously? What was the point? Was it effective? Would you do it again? Why or why not?
Aaaaaand, tell the truth, if she hasn't written you off, would you say yes if she asked you?
Yes, it was for el trabajo. Quarterly event, team building, Great Place To Work, etc. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Hella fun.
No, if in spite of it all she asked me (asked me what?), because I don't sense she is one of those rare few with whom there could be something really good while I am nominally married. I prefer to wait until my own life is in control before I mess up I mean with another's. Especially such quality.
Ah yes, work events, team building, etc. I remember those from when I worked for a company that didn't suck complete shit. Now we complain, they agree and say "It is what it is."
Oh yes, the hottie. There's only two at work and one's my boss, so you know how that goes. But my God, I work out with some Baberaham Lincolns. I think it's the fact that I'm in constant pain whenever I'm around them that keeps me honest. Or perhaps is conditioning me to not like hot women. Except for my wife, who never makes me do 100 crunches.
I'm relieved to know all those buxom neurosurgeons in Bond movies (and Dan Brown books) were accurate, after all.
I dunno, Don, sounds like you've taken more than a coupla head shots here.
And yes, I agree, you don't want to mess with the quality ones. You might damage something irreplaceable.
I am mildly irked because where I work we have female hotties here and there, but a dearth of the male variety. All i ever seem to encounter are the anti-hotties and these seem to like hugging waaay too much.
Gekko: try my workplace. Fashion. More hotness than you can imagine, but alas, stereotypically, mostly gay. Flamingly gay. Pictures of boyfriends on the desk gay. Even the straight ones seem gay.
But oh well. They are pretty to look at anyway, and they can compliment you on your shoes without sounding like an old perv.
So I can't compliment someone on her shoes without sounding like an old perv? Great.
Or maybe I shouldn't have put so much emphasis on "straps" and "comfortable". Hmm.
Eyecandy is *good*. I spent a few days visiting my Mom and two of her high school buddies. One of them had a heartbreakingly beautiful grandson whose play was opening in Seattle so that's where we all were.
Engaging, entertaining, sociable, and droolingly gorgeous he is. Currently not in a relationship, too. A real catch.
Here's me wishing he was straight because then maybe my daughter could hook up with him and I'd be able to gaze at him a lot more.
And he gives good hug.
I don't need pretty men for sex objects so much as something nice to see. Especially when I'm stuck in those mind numbing interminable meetings.
Old pervs can be great if they're entertaining old pervs. Twinkle in the eye, harmless old perv type, rather than the menacing and oogy old perv type.
Don, you may compliment me on my shooz any day, straps or no.
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