haha.. You lot crack me up!!
Another update for those who are still interested:
The other day I bumped into the guy who inspired this thread, in the changing rooms once again (really must stop meeting him like that).
Once again we were engaged in full conversation. However this time his eyes weren't drifting away from my face down my body, instead I kept noticing his eyes forcussing over my right shoulder, squinting slightly as if to gain maximum clarity.
Trying to work out why he was looking over my shoulder I came up with two possible reasons; 1) I was just boring him and no longer the object of his desire, or 2) There was a member (gym or anatomical) positioned just behind me.
I caught a glimpse in a mirror of what was behind me and it was number 2 (reason number 2, that is).
Funny thing is, what started out as a glimpse then turned into a 'slightly longer than I would've liked or in hindsight felt comfortable with' gaze. Now this wasn't because I was taking in the sights, but more because while my brain was registering/thinking "oh there's a willy behind me", my eyes sort of became redundant for a few seconds, similar to when you are daydreaming and after a little while spark back into life and realise you've been staring at a stranger like a pyscho for the whole time.
When I was finally released from the todger induced trance the gay fella I was in convo with looked at me with the sort of mutual appreciation look you usually share with a builder when a fit bird walks past and you both have a look at her and then at each other and wink/smile/nod.
Ok, maybe in reality he didn't look at me like this, but it felt like he did, and I came that close to telling him "I'm not gay... I wasn't looking at that winkle behind me... I don't even know if there is a winkle behind me... I'm just guessing or assuming that there is because, let's face it, you are gay and are staring over my shoulder so there has to be either a winkle or a bum there, etc etc etc"
But that would've been protesting too much. And, especially the last bit, wrong.
Anyway, our conversation continued, ignoring what had just happened.
I've seen him a couple of times since and I've noticed that his line of conversation has changed slightly since he caught me looking at the random cockman. We used to speak about houses and work and properties, now we speak about American Idol and "what are your plans for the weekend"!!
I'm not saying that he thinks I'm a full on lover of all things stiff, but I reckon he now thinks there's a glimmer of light at the end of my tunnel.
To be continued......................
Looks too painful. I'm too skweemish for all that. I find it hard to watch a straw being inserted into a Maccy D's coke top.
