Ok, I don't know what it is about a man in a suit. But, let me tell you, I just want to TEAR THE CLOTHES OFF OF ANY MAN WEARING ONE. Apologies to the man I groped today on the subway. I forgot where I was. (wink. call me)
There is just some sort of sexy-thing going on when a man gets in a suit. Especially a well-fitting one. I mean, come on. A man. A suit. All I want to do is start yelling "Take it off! Take it off!". Unfortunately I can't do that since that restraining order was delivered.
Whatever. Many more suits in the sea. Like that one I stared at as I was coming off the subway today at St. Clair subway station. Nice ass. Manly gait with a sensitive overtone of pinstripe blues. Oh. My. Head.
Take it off. TAKE IT ALL OFF!
Luckily, I was using my inside voice, which, frankly, is unusual. And thankfully no members of the police force were around to witness my...uhm...staring problem. Honestly, it's a good thing I have a conscience about my dog and getting home to walk her. Or else I would still be outside stalking wherever he lived. Until the next suit came along.
So many suits, so little time.
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