CIJS,
I remember when I was younger, a teenager in high school, and I first laid my eyes on your beautiful face at church. You were absolutely gorgeous, the kind of man I liked even though you could not have been much more than at least ten years older than me at the time. I usually always liked them older, except even then I had my age limit; I did not like them "grandpa" old. You certainly were no grandpa; in fact, you looked like you had just graduated from college. So maybe you were not quite as much as ten years older than me.
However old you were, I was infatuated with you, I could never take my eyes off of you when I saw you at church. I wonder if anyone else ever noticed the attention I gave you; I wonder if the woman who was always at your side, she looked and behaved more like a fag-hag, a beard, than a girlfriend. I wonder if she ever noticed the attention I was giving you. Did she ever tell you? I do not know, because you never looked my way, or if you ever did it was during those brief moments I was not looking at you.
I was shy back then, something I never really outgrew. I did not know how to approach you, and you never approached me. I continued to gaze upon you with horny reverence until I left that small town and never returned. Sometimes, looking back, I wonder what could have been.
I remember when I was younger, a teenager in high school, and I first laid my eyes on your beautiful face at church. You were absolutely gorgeous, the kind of man I liked even though you could not have been much more than at least ten years older than me at the time. I usually always liked them older, except even then I had my age limit; I did not like them "grandpa" old. You certainly were no grandpa; in fact, you looked like you had just graduated from college. So maybe you were not quite as much as ten years older than me.
However old you were, I was infatuated with you, I could never take my eyes off of you when I saw you at church. I wonder if anyone else ever noticed the attention I gave you; I wonder if the woman who was always at your side, she looked and behaved more like a fag-hag, a beard, than a girlfriend. I wonder if she ever noticed the attention I was giving you. Did she ever tell you? I do not know, because you never looked my way, or if you ever did it was during those brief moments I was not looking at you.
I was shy back then, something I never really outgrew. I did not know how to approach you, and you never approached me. I continued to gaze upon you with horny reverence until I left that small town and never returned. Sometimes, looking back, I wonder what could have been.
"Never trust a fox. Looks like a dog, behaves like a cat."
~ Erin Hunter
~ Erin Hunter