Do you know that perfect person, maybe you work with them, maybe they are an acquaintance of yours. I work with a lot of men who fit into that category. You know, the guy with handsome good looks, could almost be a male model, women comment or glance over when he is around. Nature didn't stop there, oh no, he also is really intelligent, he is always at the top of his field and has the academic awards as proof. This however is not enough, nature just has to give these people even more gifts to make us feel inadequate. He is also perfect in whatever sport he tries, everyone wants him on their team, even if he just tried the sport for the first time that day. Just a little practice time for an hour or so and he is an expert.
Sometimes you can't help feeling a little envious but wait, no it doesn't end there, turns out he is a really good singer, bands ask him to front for them, plays an instrument better than a lot of musicians, even though he only plays every now and again to pass the time. Has the perfect family, excels at every thing he does and just when you think it can't get any worse, you realize what a great person he is. Volunteers in fundraisers, helps less fortunate children, saves every f###ing lost puppy in the world making it impossible to hate him! I do however, just a little, why some people seem to be given so much while others have to really work hard for every little inch they get. Imagine working with dozens of guys like that. There are not many women where I work but the few who are, usually again the top women have a full range of perfection.
Hey guy, I hate you "because" you're beautiful but I love you too, because you're perfect, you're beautiful inside and outside and I wish I was too. Sometimes I think the guys would be very unsettled if they knew what I was thinking. There is no malice here, don't worry about that. The opposite actually, I would like to be the ugly betty in their bi-curious orgy, well at least we know it would probably be perfect. Take for instance the other day, when sandy blonde hair with blue eyes came to tell me something after his noon workout. Standing there in his form fitting soft cotton shorts and t-shirt, with that erotic glow of sweat, running down his chest and asking me what I want to do next. I said I would like him to raise his arms, while I pull off his shirt and then strip him down in the shower, keeping his arms half raised I would then gently scrub him down from head to toe. Well actually what I said was bring me the unit and I will repair it but you know tomato, tomahto.