6 Sep 10
Be first!
Too young – yet again
Aaah once again I am struck by beauty. The absolute luscious gorgeousness of the “dream” guy tall and blond and “ken dollish”, I find myself thrown back to my young adulthood in one second, flattened by the shyness I feel, blushing. I force myself to meet his eye without giggling, meeting his broad smile with my own, speaking calmly and lucidly and proudly managing not to drool.
He is much too young for me, must be in his early twenties and while he flirts with me, smiling broadly – I know that it is not to be.
Where are you Mr. age appropriate? I am waiting, and am suffering a bout of impatience.
