Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Jack Spratt Could Eat No Fat...
The guys here are SO different to American guys. For a start, it would not surprise me to see a regular guy wearing this outfit, seriously. They are crazy stylish compared to American men, and to start with, I was like -- uhh, do any of you like women? But now I'm getting used to it.
A lot of them have long hair. Like, a lot. It's like, I know the whole viking thing was a big deal to you guys, but it was a long time ago, you need to move on. Or at least get a new hairstyle. I actually saw a guy yesterday with it half up, like this:
They wear these pants that, I swear, if they needed a medical examination of their man-bits, they wouldn't even have to take the pants off 'cause it's all right there.
See what I mean if you know what I mean...
Then they tuck the jeans into boots. You read right: they tuck the jeans into their boots. Which, okay, I do, but I am a woman. Never in my whole life have I seen a man with his jeans tucked into his boots. And they were sweater vests and button up sweaters and thick glasses like it's Dress Like Grandpa day - but somehow they are hot!
But skinny. Skiinneeee. I'd be afraid of breaking him, if ya know what I mean.
One day, I'm going to be out at Co-op or walking in the park and I'm going to catch eyes with this guy. And I'll look away because I am married. But then I'll look back, and he will still be looking at me, and I'll feel a flush creeping all over me because those piercing blue eyes are saying things. So I'll nod, just the tiniest bit but he'll get it, and I'll start to walk, slowly at first then faster as I realise that yes, it's really happening, he is following me. I'll get to my apartment and hesitate because, am I really going to do this? Then I'll see him and know that I am. And I'll open the door and leave it so he can follow, and we'll get into the elevator and not even look at each other but by now my heart will be racing and every pore in my skin will be tingling because he will be so close. We'll get into my apartment and without speaking take our coats and boots off and walk into the kitchen. He will sit at the table and I will think, here? Really? In the middle of the day. But I can see the outline of his chest through his shirt and I have to. I will take a deep breath, and walk right up to him, boldly, brazenly, and I will make him...
Eat a sandwich.
;-) ;-) ;-)
Posted by OhioGirl