Terrible, yes I am, quite terrible

OH MY God! I'm still trying to recover from a hunk sighting on the 28 today. I was on my way home, and ohhhh man, this delicious guy got on at San Francisco State University stop.... Nice broad shoulders, muscular chest, dark hair... and intense eyes, very kissable lips. Ok... I gotta keep a hold of myself.... I am serious, this guy is gorgeous, but it's not just his looks. It's the way he looked out the window. Something was on his mind, a little distracted but vulnerable. That was something strangely moving in this big strong guy and in the way he looked out at the rising fog. It was almost gentle.

But that's not why I think he is sexy. I couldn't take my eyes off his face. It is because of the deep scar that runs from the bottom of his lip across his cheek. It was just a shade paler than his olive skin and it drew a line across his jaw. There were thinner scars parallel on his neck. From where I sat, I can see it clearly in the light.

My sister always says I am terrible. I'm just terrible, ogling at guys like that. But I have no shame nor modesty. Come on now, who says handsome men cannot be objectified. The male gaze in feminist theory and all that bollocks is all but fine. I have no modesty when it comes to this. But well...I can't help it can't I? It's in my nature. I bet I'll still be like this at 80.

Big strong, macho, and vulnerable is quite a killer combo.

I still think my co-worker's line is the best: "I want to have that guy's babies!"