Distracted In Subiaco

This cute Scottish boy wasn't the reason why I was distracted while having dinner with my colleagues in Subiaco last Thursday night. That said, if he was at dinner with me, I'd be too busy trying to make eye-contact with him to focus on my food or to pay attention to my colleagues.

We were in Perth (Oz, not Scotland) for an extended weekend holiday paid for by work and a group of us took the train to Subiaco to have dinner at Funtastico's. Shortly after we were seated, two boys (in their 20s) were seated next to us at an adjacent table. One was blond, about 6', nice fit body, not too skinny and not overly muscular. He had a very nice profile, from where I was sitting and reminded me of someone I knew from school, MG. Blondie's boyfriend was dark-haired and reasonably nice-looking but I couldn't see much of his physique as he kept his jacket on all evening whereas his boyfriend has his off and was wearing a short t-shirt which was the reason for my being distracted. Every time Blondie leaned over, I'd be able to see the waistband of his pants (Bonds, they were) and it looked like he was wearing a jockstrap. My heart would beat a little faster every time he leaned over. This was probably not their first date though as I saw Blondie helping himself to food from his boyfriend's plate. What can I say? Growing boys need their food.

I don't think my colleagues noticed that I was too distracted. Unfortunately we left Funtastico's before the boys did but not before I had some yummy chocolate fudge cake for dessert. A girl friend of mine from university once said that eating chocolate was better than having a man. I'm not so sure about that, particularly after what happened last Saturday night (more about that in forthcoming blog entry) but the cake was very satisfying. Not orgasmically satisfying though. It was good but not that good.

By way of a postscript, I've checked Myers and David Jones. They don't carry any Bonds jockstraps. I'm inclined to think that Bonds doesn't make jockstraps. Perhaps I was imagining things. I though I saw bare skin beneath Blondie's waistband. Not that it matters. It was only a fleeting encounter (if that) and I don't suppose I'll ever get to ask him about it.