Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Roar

I was all set to write about Restaurant Week and what an unrefined palate I have, when my vision was assualted on the metro ride in, and my mind began one-tracking it to hell. I wasn't looking for trouble. I was innocently holding onto the nearest handrail, waiting for the train to roll into McPherson Square when I noticed it...attached to him. I'm notorious for checking people out, and when I glanced up at him, I automatically hit certain target areas. Eyes. Hair. Hands. Bulge. Sigh. I honestly didn't mean to go there, but my eyes betrayed my better senses by lingering over the way he filled out his J. Crew khakis. This couldn't be blamed on tight pants or some secret excitement he was having trouble hiding. Vulgarity wasn't even an issue. It was tastefully clothed with only lines and shadows raving about what was underneath. I could tell it would be beautiful and couldn't tear my eyes away.

5 comments:

  1. oh man...

    see, this is the sort of thing that always happens to me. unfortunately, i don't find the beauty in it the way you do.

    ah, mcpherson square...takes me back.

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  2. You had me at "Jcrew pants".

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  3. very eloquent description of a very un-lady-like thing. And I'm with Scarlet... you had me at Jcrew pants. Give him a gift certificate there so he may grace all womenkind with his *ahem* well fitting pants

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  4. I just had the funniest thought. What if there are guys out there reading this thinking "this is so me she's writing about." Hope so : )

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