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Showing posts with label young men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label young men. Show all posts
Thursday
A Dog and His Man
Coyote, it's not often that I see a doggie that's cuter than you are, but I'm afraid you have competition - look at that proud muzzle, that shiny pelt, those muscular haunches. His human isn't too bad either.
After I snapped the picture the cute puppy continued to be cool, and his man flashed me a sexy smile.
Monday
Dreaming in Style
I dreamed that I had my hair cut short and dyed black (in real life I would go for red). It was too straight and it spiked in all directions, and I was unhappy about it.
The hairdresser insisted that that was not a problem. All I had to do was wander the streets looking for the cutest young man that I could spot, and he would know exactly how to style my hair.
I walked down Elgin street, and before long I came to a dandy young fellow. I walked up to him, and he looked at my hair, pulled out gel, a comb, and a mirror and styled my hair perfectly. All was accomplished in absolute silence.
I looked boyishly handsome as I walked off humming a gay tune.
(Interpretations of my dream are encouraged)