my type
I saw what I thought was my husband come into work today. He sat at my table and was there with his wife and daughter. they were actually a beautiful family but it was just unfortunate that he was straight - or more so that he wasn't gay and with me.
Interestingly though he was exactly my type. I don't think i've ever met anyone who is exactly my type. His mixture of gentle speaking, fierce humour, polished vocabulary and whatnot had me going nuts every time I came to the table. He had black hair, short, and a goatee but it was a very Italian look. Not a trashy goatee, but trimmed and neat. He was very good looking and had a fantastic smile. He was also SO tall - he must have been nearly 6'7" or something. I don't generally like my men THAT tall but this was fitting in a way. He was also muscular, but not super muscular. He was fit, and his arms were decorated with various sleeve tattoos which I found very appealing. When he talked to me I just wanted to die.
He was totally my type, and married with a daughter, of course. And his wife was charming and lovely I liked her very much, and their daughter was very well behaved and I loved her too, and I hate children.
So...that seems pretty normal for me. The man of my dreams walks into our store and is unattainable, hehehe.
Lucky for me I have Jesus.
-aaron-
Interestingly though he was exactly my type. I don't think i've ever met anyone who is exactly my type. His mixture of gentle speaking, fierce humour, polished vocabulary and whatnot had me going nuts every time I came to the table. He had black hair, short, and a goatee but it was a very Italian look. Not a trashy goatee, but trimmed and neat. He was very good looking and had a fantastic smile. He was also SO tall - he must have been nearly 6'7" or something. I don't generally like my men THAT tall but this was fitting in a way. He was also muscular, but not super muscular. He was fit, and his arms were decorated with various sleeve tattoos which I found very appealing. When he talked to me I just wanted to die.
He was totally my type, and married with a daughter, of course. And his wife was charming and lovely I liked her very much, and their daughter was very well behaved and I loved her too, and I hate children.
So...that seems pretty normal for me. The man of my dreams walks into our store and is unattainable, hehehe.
Lucky for me I have Jesus.
-aaron-