Friday, October 24, 2008
Hot Gay Men with Nice Upper Arms
Eek - it's rare, next-day post! And it's back, per the request of loyal reader Lis: the rare pumpkin azzzz shot! Normally, I can't handle this much blogging because I get sick of hearing myself talk, but today I just have a quick thought I couldn't wait to share.
My gay friends G and J invited us to a pumpkin-carving party with all their buddies last night. K stayed home to watch the World Series, but I decided to go, and it turned out I was the only female there. Let me say that every boy in the house was adorable, intelligent, friendly, confident, funny, professional, and built, with a HOT BOD. Let me repeat: HOT BOD.
So, after a second glass of white wine last night, I almost thought a few of them were actually flirting with me. I mean, normally when a guy sidles up next do you, looks you in the eye, asks you questions, listens to your answer, AND asks follow-up questions, he's flirting with you (right?). Well, right there is the mind-trippin' strangeness of being a female in an enclosed space with hot gay men with nice upper arms: they're NOT flirting with you. I know, isn't that weird!?
All I can say is this: I'm sure glad I'm married, because if I were single and on the market, I'd be seriously depressed. I'd be like, why...how...can all of these perfect male specimens be gay. I'd probably trick myself into believing I really could attract one or more of them with my pumpkin carving abilities and effervescent laughter - and then it wouldn't work, and then I'd think of the world as a horribly unfair place.