Looking Back at B

I haven't done any blog or entry about him, but I've told my friends about him and described him and gushed and told them he wasn't anything special. Well, he really isn't. But he's memorable and after talking about nonsense stuff for so long, at least I can dedicate one page of this blog to him.

One year and 4 days ago, he made my life a little bit special and a little bit exciting.

When I was talking to him over the phone, I can picture him in my head -- smouldering looks, sexy voice, tall -- maybe 6ft tall--, lean not muscular or bulky, just as I like it, and has a good sense of humor, fun and excitement.

I don't know enough about him to write several pages long of description about him, but here's what I know...

He isn't gorgeous, like what came across to my friends hearing about him from me. He isn't really. He's tall, lean (just like I imagined) and his face is...good looking, but not gorgeous. He's dark (so can we say tall, dark and handsome?) and his hair is short and sticking out in a nice way. He doesn't dress in designer labels, and from the outside, he looks like a regular office worker, dressed in short-sleeved polo shirt (blue) and jeans, with his backpack of clothes and whatever resting at his back.

Not much to look at, I didn't know much about his personality, but there's something about him that is sexy and exciting, I guess that made it all worthwhile. I'll try not to be too detailed about this as I don't know who's reading my blog (I know my sister reads this so I'd better be careful) ...but here's why I can still longingly look back at an incident of a year ago...

He was amazing.

Tall, dark and sexy and he wanted me. His naked chest seemed to go on forever, like you knew about this place here, and you explored another area and then, you go further down, seeing those beautiful, compact abdominals, and still it goes on. That's when I decided I really like tall men, especially those who have long long limbs because it means that that chest will be long and lean like his. So I worshipped that chest a little. I couldn't help it.

(I've also decided that I love men who wear their jeans low, where the jeans just resting on their hip and you can see that curve of hipbone with the trail of little hair at the middle like a damn straight line to --- well, heaven or hell, you decide)

Okay, so I'll repeat, he's amazing.

I also saw his back. Tanned, and just like his chest, seemed to go on and on, ending on that pretty butt. And the legs....oh yes, the long, long legs. I can understand why some men are leg-crazy, because I can't decide if I'm shoulder-crazy, or leg-crazy myself. There's something about looking at a guy with long, long legs. (not to mention strong arms...) I think it's tall, sexy men in general. They just put my mind in the gutter, turning it all dirty with thoughts of what those legs, those arms, those hands can do to a woman. Not to mention the length. All about the length, and what other body parts have impressive length.

I'd stop myself right now, and tell you why I thought I can write this now. Well, perhaps because I'm crazy about Gale Harold or Brian Kinney (whichever) and he epitomizes sex appeal and he's like everything I've wanted, or ever wanted. Tall, (gah, the lean, lean body, and those smouldering hazel eyes...) gorgeous and sexy, I couldn't help but dream, and think that I can watch and touch Gale Harold everyday and I wouldn't get tired of him.

Then, I remembered that I got a little bit of taste of that kind of sexy, that kind of man. The tall, lean, sexy kind I mean. Just a little, itsy bit of taste that was forever stored in my memory banks. And I just have to write about him...

...Even if it's already a year and 4 days after.

*and I've got to find other words to substitute for gorgeous, sexy and lean. I can't seem to get enough of those...