Normal Services Resume

Compared to the pictures of Jodie Marsh, this is most definitely an erection-inducing picture for me. My cock was nestling quietly between my legs while I was typing the Jodie Foster entry but immediately sprang to life when I saw this picture. So much for the speculation about me being a closet straight boy!

Actually, back the point of this post. The Jodie Foster post was aberration and I promise that as far as possible, I will try not to post any more pictures of unclothed female bosoms on my blog. Apart from getting things back on track for my blog with this cute boy in all his masculine glory, I was wanting to use it as the starting point for something which happened to me at work today.

There was a fire drill this afternoon and I decided to skip out on it. I told the fire warden that I had a "meeting" which was true - it was a meeting with a cup of iced-chocolate at the nearest Starbucks. It was pointless for me to go to the fire drill as the likelihood of there being a fire where I work is very remote and given that there are only a few weeks left between now and when I leave for Shell, the chances of a fire happening here are even more remote.

On my way to Starbucks, I happened to notice a cute guy and his friend (not so cute) walking in the same direction. The object of my lust was probably in his late 30s or early 40s, had a swarthy appearance - could have been of Mediterranean or Russian extraction but was solidly built. I was so distracted while cruising him that I missed the exit to the Starbucks and only realised that some 10 minutes later.

Part of the reason for my distraction was because apart from mentally undressing the object of my lust, I was also thinking about the irrationality as to why I found the male form (clothed or naked) more lust-inducing than the naked female form. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the realisation that I'd been walking in the wrong direction.

I didn't get to continue pondering my seemingly irrational preference at Starbucks because I met an old school friend whom I'd not seen in years who, was co-incidentally having a tête-à-tête with the cousin of another old school friend but who didn't know about the connection. So there might be some truth to the assertion about there only being 6 degrees of separation between any two people. It so happens that they had also skipped out on the fire drill as they work in the same building as I do. I've never seen them around as the building in which I work has 50 floors and is served by three different lift lobbies and the chances of running into someone by coincidence who doesn't use the same lift are quite remote.