I have a crush on an older man. Not a geriatric, Anna Nichole kind of older man, but a guy that’s close to my pops age. Meaning he’s probably in his 50s. I find this attraction slightly disturbing as if I’m having some unresolved daddy issue that I didn’t know I had. And anyone who has met my parents knows this is not true. I come from two of the funniest, most loving; most pulled together folks in the whole world. So you can see why this is even more disturbing for me.
I don’t even know how to describe this attraction either. It’s not like he’s George Clooney hot, or Stan hot, or even Robert Redford hot. He’s just average, with an average look and gray hair and a grayish beard. I think it’s the way he says my name, I have a thing for voices.
Anyway, as I said – multiple times – I am disturbed by this crush. I usually like a slightly younger guy who has a basketball type physic and also has a tattoo or two or even three. But that’s all physical stuff, which never relates to the persons personality. And although I can throw down the outside stuff all that I want it’s the inside stuff that usually holds me.
As you can see I’ve completely taken this blog into non-sense land. This is where I seem to want to live right now.
CW
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