Friday, December 02, 2005
Girl Eye for the still-Straight Guy
Phase 3 - complete.
Still lacking : flat front work trousers. But casual wear greatly expanded and wallet greatly depleted...
Trial run : successful.
As I passed, I noticed her eyes rolling in their sockets as she surreptitiously tracked my passing, her head turning just a fraction of an inch as the extremes of her vision were reached.
She wasn't alone...
laugh. Definitely a pass, but will have to wait for King of Fairies stamp of approval - or perhaps Queen of Angels?
*****
Chocolate Mortinis and free-flow filet mignon steak sandwiches.
Perfection in a glass, and a napkin.
*****
Which body part do you look at, first? She asked for the third time, leaning forwards towards him with her elbows on her knees, her large eyes probing his for perhaps the first time he had ever met her.
She was persistent, he had to give her points for that.
He looked back into her eyes and confessed.
"Her eyes."
Roars of derision... too PC! Too boring.
"And then, next?"
Hmm. Never really thought about that. What would I look at, consciously, next?
What is the measure of a woman?
Her face?
Her shoulder to hip ratio?
Her skin?
Her breasts? Legs?
I think... the next part I would look at would be her soul, and her sense of humour.
He lied : "Her shoulder to hip ratio."
*****
Just before she stepped out of the door, she paused and said : You're nice. Thank you.
He bit the words back, and smiled, and said : "Thank you, no problem."
You're nice too...
and you have beautiful eyes.
He watched her walking towards the lift, and wistfully wondered... what if...? for just an instant, before turning the car around and returning to sanity
Still lacking : flat front work trousers. But casual wear greatly expanded and wallet greatly depleted...
Trial run : successful.
As I passed, I noticed her eyes rolling in their sockets as she surreptitiously tracked my passing, her head turning just a fraction of an inch as the extremes of her vision were reached.
She wasn't alone...
laugh. Definitely a pass, but will have to wait for King of Fairies stamp of approval - or perhaps Queen of Angels?
*****
Chocolate Mortinis and free-flow filet mignon steak sandwiches.
Perfection in a glass, and a napkin.
*****
Which body part do you look at, first? She asked for the third time, leaning forwards towards him with her elbows on her knees, her large eyes probing his for perhaps the first time he had ever met her.
She was persistent, he had to give her points for that.
He looked back into her eyes and confessed.
"Her eyes."
Roars of derision... too PC! Too boring.
"And then, next?"
Hmm. Never really thought about that. What would I look at, consciously, next?
What is the measure of a woman?
Her face?
Her shoulder to hip ratio?
Her skin?
Her breasts? Legs?
I think... the next part I would look at would be her soul, and her sense of humour.
He lied : "Her shoulder to hip ratio."
*****
Just before she stepped out of the door, she paused and said : You're nice. Thank you.
He bit the words back, and smiled, and said : "Thank you, no problem."
You're nice too...
and you have beautiful eyes.
He watched her walking towards the lift, and wistfully wondered... what if...? for just an instant, before turning the car around and returning to sanity
