Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Men in Suits
You know that feeling when your heart skips a beat when you spot a hunk or a babe or catch that whiff of scent on a stranger that give you the tingles?
Being out of the game (in every sense, flirting and otherwise career) make me extremely sensitive to these sensations as I sat foot in Sydney. In this cosmopolitan city, where every corner allows you to spot a tall, handsome and suited man, I feel this spike in my sensual radar like never before.
At the casino, I noted a suited handsome black man having an after work drinks with his mates. In another corner, a tall, beefy Asian croupier spun the Fortune Wheel as punters placed their bets.
In the city, there were men in suits galore. I was reminded of my time in the corporate world, me smartly dressed.
Now I am a dag who has lost all flirtation skills. Don't think I remember how to give the eye or seductive smile. I feel like a nerd.
The other night, my dear old friend Dope must have tried to draw me into a suggestive conversation, probably half in good jest, the other half possibly trying his luck to suss things out. The once spontaneous P would have loved a good flirtatious word play and fanned it harder. But this time, I just let things slide and fade into oblivion.
Maybe I am just letting my life slide.
But yeah, just perving at those tall, well built suited professional men, I felt my "loins" being stirred..;)
You know that feeling when your heart skips a beat when you spot a hunk or a babe or catch that whiff of scent on a stranger that give you the tingles?
Being out of the game (in every sense, flirting and otherwise career) make me extremely sensitive to these sensations as I sat foot in Sydney. In this cosmopolitan city, where every corner allows you to spot a tall, handsome and suited man, I feel this spike in my sensual radar like never before.
At the casino, I noted a suited handsome black man having an after work drinks with his mates. In another corner, a tall, beefy Asian croupier spun the Fortune Wheel as punters placed their bets.
In the city, there were men in suits galore. I was reminded of my time in the corporate world, me smartly dressed.
Now I am a dag who has lost all flirtation skills. Don't think I remember how to give the eye or seductive smile. I feel like a nerd.
The other night, my dear old friend Dope must have tried to draw me into a suggestive conversation, probably half in good jest, the other half possibly trying his luck to suss things out. The once spontaneous P would have loved a good flirtatious word play and fanned it harder. But this time, I just let things slide and fade into oblivion.
Maybe I am just letting my life slide.
But yeah, just perving at those tall, well built suited professional men, I felt my "loins" being stirred..;)
