Last night, I met an absurdly intriguing man. He had the right politics, he was witty, charming, effusive and just delightful. We talked for quite some time, and touched one another unnecessarily, and it was all completely lovely, and I was entirely taken with him.
He had the most beautiful hands I have ever seen; I trust he knows exactly what to do with them.
He was also among the most attractive men I have ever had the pleasure of getting near.
Rare for me, as most of the men I am attracted to are ugly. A very particular kind of ugly, yes, but ugly nonetheless.
This man was unspeakably beautiful.
If he had asked, I would have done him right there, in the cold, on the street; common decency would not have stopped me.
We will see what, if anything, should happen.
It is good, in any case, to focus on a target that is not a) obviously unhinged b) avec femme c) otherwise unavailable or d) apparently alcoholic, troubled, or in need of a prescription for atypical antipsychotics.
Sad, I know, to be excited by such criteria.
If you knew my track record, though, it would make considerably more sense to you. I promise.
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