When You Wish For Naked Men…

It’s been a couple weeks since I revealed my love for naked man-sculptures.

My official letter to the PM requesting widespread erections (of the statues…in terms of building them…ahem) continues to be ignored.

Despite the lack of government intervention, the gods have answered my prayers.

They didn’t drop a naked man of marble in my lap, but instead it was something of the fleshy variety:

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Best visit to Starbucks…EVER.

Much to my surprise, the shape of his body (though perfectly fine) was of little consequence (hmm…maybe I’m only SUPER-superficial when it comes to men made of marble). 

Instead of body-type, it was the sheer idea of being a glass pane away from his (almost) naked self that drove me crazy.  I stared at him for a good long time before I finally snapped the pic (is it wrong to photograph people and post them on blogs? Whatever, there’s no such thing as bad publicity).  For every one of those awestruck pre-pic minutes, I let the vision overwhelm me:

-The cotton white shorts…they looked thin, and I was happy about that.

-He was wearing a bicycle helmet which means he’s athletic, and holding a book which means he probably knows how to read (1+1=jackpot!)

-I could see that he was using his t-shirt as a back rest, so as to limit the back-sweat transference from the chair to the next occupant.  This upset me.  Reason being, I had every intention of nestling my face against that chair after he left, to soak up any remnants of his sweat.  At first glance, that statement seems pretty gross, but in scientific terms, the osmosis of sweat from the chair to my face and into my pores would be the same as being intimate with him (this is why I aced Junior High Health Class).

Even though I never got to access his back-sweat, he left his Starbucks cup on the table, so I put it against my lips when no one was looking (yay, I kissed a guy today!).

The only thing I learned from today’s experience is the following:

-It’s time to hang out at the beach! (maybe they need some extra “sun-tan-lotion volunteers”…)

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PS: In another world outside my blog, I like to tell a story here or there.  In today’s example, my good friend Billy was kind enough to post a story of mine.  Before I get to that, I highly recommend a visit to Billy’s blog…that is if you’re into ridiculously hilarious real-life stories and societal observations (who isn’t?).  Check it out!  Anyway he just expanded his breadth of humour/life-talks into a fitness blog, and there (over here) you’ll find a story of a 12-year-old Romi, a thirst for wrestling, and interpretive dance with ribbons.   Enjoy.