Dude walks past the host stand and asks where my old coworker is... "He doesn't work here anymore but he is ... Etc" he replies "oh okay" and walks out. There's a flirtation banter that transpires but of course I don't make it out to be anything but playful. Sure he's got great teeth, dimples, dark hair and scruff but in my head it's only "yea keep it moving". In fact when he came back he said "yea you're definitely not "Joe Schmo" you're prettier and I'd never forget a pretty face". And I told him to take himself downstairs. More friendly banter. But again that's what people do they flirt. And well every industry I seem to be in schmoozes like it's nobody's business. So how dare I fall for it. You're cute but BYE... Anywho as he bumps into security on the stairs and is chatting it up, he takes off his jacket (wait for it...) a sleeve of tattoos. Waitttt did I really just cave in for fcuking tattoos?!!! Maybe... Well I must have because he leaves for the last time he shakes my hand says I'll see a lot more of him. And I'll get to know him. Here's the part where I sell out... (Wait for it...) he kisses my hand. Not once not twice but THREE times!!!! I have A HUGE problem with hand kisses, I've bugged out on people for kissing my hand. Only a select few get in close enough to kiss my hand. It skeeves me out! It's the pits! But I let him do it. And then he's like I hope your boyfriend doesn't get mad and kick my ass. And I'm like I hope your girlfriend doesn't get mad. He's single. And makes sure to tell me how good he'd treat me... (End scene)
Really Elle? For some tattoos??! I love a man with sleeves. It shows they have swag. Not everyone would do that. There is a level of badassery that gets me. Great teeth smile dimples. I just need to check his eyes again. I'm not sure if they were right. I'm questioning it. I've learned you gotta check the eyes. Eyes tell you everything. If a persons eyes aren't right. There's something wrong. You may wanna go in the opposite direction. So if I see him again, I'll check.
And then of course this gets me to thinking. When I'm around men up here, I don't question my body. I don't feel this need to pick myself apart because I don't have the solid abs I see in pictures, Or that you feel like you need to have in in order to be considered hot in the gay scene I've been in. I feel like a solid beautiful girl, like the one that I see when I prance around in my skivvies in my house.
Now that is also what I dig about Bosstown is that the women here are solid, sturdy. It's not to say that there are not skinny girls here but to see the fierce beauties that come in to my job, They've got meat on their bones and they are praised for it. You know as a kid I always wanted to be a woman. A woman was a being with curves, confidence and charisma. She's poised bold and beautiful. She knows her body and what makes her beautiful. She wears her age. It doesn't wear her. She's a fierce competitor. She's Claire Huxtable, Catherine zeta Jones, Miranda Priestly, Michelle Obama, Debbie Allen, Bette Midler etc you get the point. There's a level of kickassithness they hold. They're not girlie but they are feminine, smart and strong. As a kid that's something I've always wanted. And you don't see it much anymore. I get a glimpse of it with some of the women that come to my job and I love it. Also the men here are not tiny. They're hefty, they've got hands that look like they build with them. Even the chefs have butchers hands. They have this great stature, confidence and humble all at once. Those men want women, the women that have curves and work them curves. And of course there I am really wanting to jump in. I really do like this vibe I get, it all feels so new again. My wheels are turning and I'm cautious but I'm excited. But yet for some reason there is this tatted goddess that I just can't seem to put out of my mind. She came in like a wrecking ball, so intense! So Whoever enters my court next, needs to be of her caliber if not better. She spoiled me with one encounter, I'm ruined hahaha.
*Elyse
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