I'm at Starbucks right now working away, and a smelly guy is sitting next to me. He's not "b.o." smelly, but more like "the shirt I'm wearing was laying on an old mildewy towel" smelly or "wearing the same clothes that I wore to a Chinese restaurant last night" smelly.
But here's the thing... he's kinda cute and he's reading from some kind of medical book, studying a diagram of a brain. I'm looking at the top of the page and it says... "Interior root of the Ansa Cervicalis."
Maybe he's a brain surgeon. Or a medical student studying to be brain surgeon.
My point is this: Maybe I should overlook brain boy's smelly clothes. Maybe he just needs a good woman to take care of him and do his laundry. I'm not saying I'd do his laundry, but I'd pick up the phone and find us a good maid who would.
Oops... I just made myself laugh. Not because I think I'm funny... I'm just giddy with excitement at the possibility of a new love interest.
Ooh! Brain boy just looked at me.
I smiled at him. He smiled back. Now he's back to the book.
Hmmm... now my mind is wandering. If I could pick any sexy young thing, I'd pick Paolo Nutini. I'd lay his sweet little head on my bosom and stroke his floppy hair, and he'd look up at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes and sing me a song. Then he'd kiss me with his pillowy soft lips...
Is this something that happens to women after 30? That they find barely-legal guys simply irresistible? Because I find myself checking out bag boys and walking by Abercrombie & Fitch an awful lot lately.
Kidding. Really, I am.
Back to brain boy... He just stood up and is kinda short. I'm not big on short guys. I'm not looking for a giant, just someone taller than me. Okay, I'm over him.
Gosh, I ramble... what was the purpose of this post? I totally forgot. Oh well.