Musings

I just got back from meeting a really nice guy for coffee. We've been chatting on the net for a while so it's good to finally meet in person... It got me jotting down some thoughts in my notebook which I thought I'd share...

A charming young man he is. His dark curly hair adds life and depth to his beautiful deep brown eyes. Every move he makes is calm but sensual, and every move awakens me inside after a long withdrawn respite.

Bearing the heart and soul of a musician, his thoughts and questions are sweet counterpoints and our conversation dances merrily around making full use of the space at its avail. For the position of his "most cherished muse", I would rush to passionately yet thoughtfully apply.

His presence commands attention on a stage to the thousands who come to listen, but even now his audience of one is held captively entranced. 

My heart skips a timely, yet cautious beat. Let the future unfold as it will, but to once again have hope, a kindle of flame, is an adored experience. 

First glance...

"Did that guy just check me out???". Stop. Turn. Grin...

You will never know if you don't look someone in the eye. Some people just have "those" kind of eyes. The ones that pierce through your social bubble and leave you a little bit intrigued, slightly turned on and spinning on your heels.

You know those stories you read, or have heard, where someone meets someone at a department store, or just walking back with a bag of groceries? They do happen. But here in Sydney, it seems harder to find, because people seem to have lost the subtlety of flagrant flirting and really looking into someone's eyes.

I dare you to try it. Take any given day. Walk with confidence, even if on the inside you don't think you are all that confident. Boldly, but cheekily, look into the eyes of guys that you are attracted to. Don't take no for an answer... Create the cheekiness, add a sparkle to your eye and let the intrigue begin.

One of my mates describes it as "smiling with your eyes", and I think that pretty much sums it up... I've tried it out, after being encouraged to give it a go from a friend, and I have to say that a few times - it's worked like a charm. Maybe I'll add a few stories in here later on...

Anyone in Sydney had good experiences with flirting in public? What's your method?

The Proposal...

Far be it from me to say no to a suitor of suitable means... but that's just what I did the other day.

As the rain fell softly but widely on the shoulders of those walking around me, I stayed dry under the protection of my brolly. Earlier, I hadn't predicted that rain was coming because of a tingling in my left breast or anything like that, but I just had that feeling I might be needing it.

Anyway, a young man along with three well-breasted but quite drenched women were walking on the other side of the street. With the dripping harem in tow, he cheekily jumped at an opportunity for a show of bravado.

"How much for the brolly?" he asked. "I'm serious, how much?"

I laughed it off saying, "Come and see me tomorrow..."

Walking on, I thought a bit more about his proposal. He wasn't really asking to buy an umbrella... but rather, for me to trade places with him. He was cold, wet, but had money to burn. And if I had taken his offer, then that's what I would have been (sans harem of course...). Just another cold, wet guy with a few bucks in his pocket, and a desire to get warm and dry. 

The thought has played across my mind though, how much would he have paid... and how little would I have accepted... It's interesting what we will do for money.

 

Manscaping...

It starts with a long weekend holiday - the ultimate manscaping getaway.

It's the chance to let it all out, and experience unhampered growth for three days.

Come the morning of the first day back at work, and in my bathroom, the scene is set...

The razor carefully sculpts away, nick after nick, follicle after follicle... The bristle is whittled slowly back to a fine band that almost perfectly marches across the line of my jaw bone and chin. Almost perfectly...

A few more adjustments to the left side, now a few more to the right, and then a minor correction on the left... then the right... hmmm, maybe it's just a bit too thin on that side now.

9am arrives... I arrive at work, clean-shaven and ready to face the day, with gleaming white cheeks that probably need to see a little more sun...