I love people. They are just fascinating stories waiting to be heard and retold to others. Also…they are an unsuspecting audience that hasn’t heard any of my material stories yet nor been Wowed by my bullshit personality.
I enjoy going to new places and doing new things…because that’s where all the new people I meet are. Recently it seems all I meet are Davids. My emailing buddy, a David. The guy who does our printing…Dave. Took my watches to get fixed and flirted with the guy behind the counter…a David.
This new David got me exclaiming that David’s are all I seem to meet these days (Ahhh…patterns…what does it mean) and he explained that he read about a poll of women on what name they liked the most on a guy and the name David won. Ironic that a year ago I named a preliminary character in my first novel…David! Am I drawing them to me?
Anyway…all that aside I find I watch people more as a writer (or a sexual deviant… is there a difference?). I have fun imagining their life and how I would describe them if they were a character. But what I really find myself doing is watching the men. For me they fall into two basic categories.
One…”I’m no longer interested in sex…that’s why I dress like this and look like this.”
And Two…”Yeah baby, do me!”
But my people watching has made me realize that I really, really love looking at men. I’ve begun to imagine what their butts look like naked, which is quite fun when you have as good an imagination as I do! And I just love the male frame, shoulders, chest, arms, hands (gulp) …lordy and the way they walk. Each walks a little different and its fascinating in just what that says about them.
I suddenly understand why they call us Cougars. The movement of a male completely catches my attention and I study and stare. I adore watching them interact as buddies or acquaintances or comrades, and could just do it for hours. If I went to a sports game I would end up sitting back and just watching the guys be guys around me. And I used to hate that! Men are more fun to watch than television is to me right now.
Part of that is no doubt hormonal. I’ve got the sex drive of an 18 year old boy…but as I drive around in my hot little red car and move through my life I’m constantly aware of the men around me. They have become more than eye candy…they have BECOME my candy.
Oh and I seem to just enjoy every type out there! The young ones…all fresh and confused as to why I’m staring at them with my smirk. The bold ones who recognize that look in my eye and grin back at me. The married ones who follow up on that look in my eyes, naughty us!
The sexy, bold Latino…hmmm very nice, never too shy to smile when he likes what he sees. Or the men who missed a shave that day or have nice trim facial hair…help me, I just want to touch it! Or the incredible blue eyes of the waiter serving me dinner. And, believe it or not, I’ve just become obsessed with the short guys. Someone my height is suddenly very appealing to me…which is odd considering I once ‘dissed a guy on national television… I was on Love Connection… over him being short. I blame David…all of you Davids!
Yes, every woman notices the really good looking man or the one with a hot body…I just seem to also notice them and ALL the others. Sometimes it’s just a smile or a nice silhouette from the back, but every guy in category Two has something to admire.
And I’m admiring it all. Like I said…men have become my candy.
Did I mention I was a sugarholic…
And don’t get me started on what I want to do to them. Why do you think I write erotica!