Thursday, July 28, 2011


Please forgive me, dear man, who was jogging on the path by Buttonwood Park today at approximately 4pm.
I was driving. You were jogging, in slow motion (how did you do that?)
You were jogging on your way to fitness while I was driving to DunkinDonuts.
The traffic had slowed, at first I thought for lights and now I wonder if it were simply a line of drivers (male and female) slightly braking just to catch a glimpse of you.
I am not a fan of people walking, running, gardening, working without shirts on. Unless you are at the beach, swimming pool or getting lucky.
You, Mister Buttonwood 2011, as I will now remember you, you must have invented shirtless.I bet your family tree leads you back to Adonis.
Oh my, what a great vision of tan and muscles. What a great chest, as the furniture salesman said to another.
I remember the doll of the Bionic Man, he had a chest like yours. Not in size of course, that would be weird.
Action man too, though he had that little scar on his face, that made you think -"ohh, he's a fightin' man!"

Anyway, apologies that I looked stared for a moment. I promise the licking of lips was aimed for DunkinDonuts and I promise I'm not getting glasses for a better view.
It's all part of the circle of life. Those that once were looked at, will soon look back, happily stop looking, then return to looking with memories and then eventually forget why they are looking.
Cue Lion King song and me holding up a chocolate frosted with sprinkles!

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