From: ac@email.com
To: me@email.com
Subject: Re: Lurking online
The dog and I had the MOST glorious walk around town lake yesterday morning. Everyone and their brother and their dog were out on the trail yesterday taking advantage of our first week of fall. And, boy, it was a people watcher's dream. It KILLS me when I see people exercising in jeans. Like, kills me. All I can think of is how much that must be chafing. I passed several of those people yesterday, but the last one I was walking behind made me think of you. Let me explain before you think I'm telling you I see you exercising in Jordaches ...
I came upon this super cute indie guy who was walking his beagle. He and I were on the same pace so I was about 5 steps behind him for about 3/4 of a mile. The first thing I noticed was that he was wearing jeans, unfortunately. Second thing, that he was really cute. Third thing, that he had a great ass. I was trying not to stare at said ass (because it was RIGHT in front of me), when he takes off his shirt and throws it over his shoulder. Torso and arms are adorned with tattoos. So I start scanning his body trying to figure out what they all are, my gaze always sliding back to his ass. I had to purposefully focus on a spot in the woods while walking so that I wasn't so blatantly staring at him as other people passed us. I thought of you because this guy was right in your wheelhouse. :-)
How was your weekend? What did you do? Any staring at indie boy asses?
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