Food for thought

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

He was standing in line in front of me, probably in his late 20's or early 30's. He had jet black hair and a pair of sunglasses on his head and was wearing a black T-shirt; but what caught my eye was the size of his arms. They were as big as my thighs. I quickly glanced down; quickly is the optimal word, because as a male, you don't want to look, or be caught looking, at another man. The glance was more of a peripheral scan, but that's all it took to realize that this guy was built. He was a rock, a large chunk of chiseled stone.

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