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Falling For Gay Men | You Look Fabulous! I LOVE The Shoes!

Gay Men Love These Shoes!I have been exposed to something I have never experienced before and I don’t know if I can come back from it, actually if I want to. I spent an evening with these phenomenal men. Let’s keep it simple(for the men reading this) and call them Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. It is best to get Sunday out of the way because he is related. I do love him, MORE THAN BEER!, but due to the bloodline… He was a doll that night and did make sure I was okay. A great man he was. My week could not be complete without him!

I’m In Love With 7 Gay Men!

Champagne before a night out, how could I miss that? Absolutely not! The warm welcomes and the politeness of the greeting, very calming. Walking in, immediately a glass is prepared. There is no waiting here. “You look fabulous! I LOVE the shoes!”. OMG! Me too! Time for introductions. Let’s talk about Monday. Monday was a handsome man with a bit of a European flair. The chest hair was coiffed perfectly and his confidence lit the area around him. I felt like he had seen a lot of the world and could carry himself anywhere. He was smooth but not the fake kind. One of those men that can arrive any place on his own and carry a conversation on about anything and everything. He was the teacher. Tuesday and Wednesday were the welcoming committee. I could not imagine them apart.

Tuesday had the sweet “Steve Carell” kind of vibe where he was funny, you might think insecure but actually not at all. He was a joy to be around. I don’t think there was anything he could do that wasn’t endearing. Wednesday felt the same. Allowing him to enjoy the spotlight and look on with affection. There was no competing here (ladies!), just mutual respect. Wednesday kind of reminded me of a “Bill Gates” type, only attractive. The business man with the life plan and could build anything from the ground up. I imagined he would have these moments of brilliant ideas and could make any of them happen. He saw every person for who they are and was able to learn something from all of them. He was a sponge when it came to knowledge and having him around, if you need direction, he would give it to you. I had a feeling Tuesday and Wednesday, when throwing any event, it would be the talk of the town for months. You never forgot that evening. Next came Saturday. Where is Thursday and Friday? They weren’t there yet. I already knew Saturday. We had partied before. LOVE! LOVE! Him! He made me wish I was gay. Absolutely gorgeous, amazingly fit, endless energy and always a hand out to help you down the stairs. He was Iron Man. He was that guy who in high school I would have wanted to talk to but not have enough courage to approach. Everyone would hang around him just to feed off his zest for life. He made things happen! Once on a mission, no one could stop him! Saturday was the energizer bunny and rock hard.

A Male Version Of Me

After observing him I realized he was the male version of me. A huge flirt, using his body language and a coy smile to get people to do what he wanted..male and female and he was a dancing machine! Girls love to go out dancing and love when a guy is dancing with us. Appetizers of caviar and crackers were offered. “Oops, your glass is only half full (not half empty) let me top that off for you”. A knock at the door? Could there be more? I mean I was already overwhelmed with the questions being asked and the ability to have a lengthy conversation all about me but more? There they were, Thursday and Friday. Thursday had gorgeous hair and was definitely the trend setter. Friday was the all American jock. The blonde hair, the build, the smile that made me want to whiten my teeth. They were the ideal fit. I could tell both were motivated by success. They didn’t really seem to have to push each other but would if needed. I felt the urge to ask Thursday for advice, any advice, about my hair, my clothes, “You are already stunning and I love those shoes. You have amazing bodies.” I felt a little weird. All these compliments and nobody trying to get in my pants. Could they be telling me the truth? Usually when I meet new people, men in particular, I can be an “over the top” flirt but I was in a new position and wasn’t sure how to handle it. They were asking questions about my kids, my website, my goals, my likes and dislikes, what I like to do in my free time.. wtf! I felt a little selfish and almost started to downplay my achievements. Am I a loser or what? Throughout the night they did these things.

I never paid for dinner, hand holding thru a crowd, escort to the bathroom, “Are you okay? Having fun? Would you like to go here? Let me get you a drink”. I felt like I should do something, anything for them but it wasn’t allowed. All they wanted was me and my company. “You walk in those shoes like you own it. I love you” You know what? I love all of you!! Every single one of you! What? Come over and get a makeover? Ummm.. YES! Fitness tips? They had them. My shoulder was was rubbed and when it was time to tip the stripper, money was handed to me (Hey! This is me after all! For sure strippers!). It was difficult at times when someone would look like they winked at me and I would look around not sure what was happening. Was he just staring at my boobs? Of course, i should have known. Not everyone there is gay. I was surrounded by so much love and kisses and hugs.. It was the best night ever. I was taken care of. So Strange. I fell in love with each and every one of them.

Avoiding Eye Contact In Jacuzzi

I’m in the jacuzzi trying to avoid making eye contact with the man beside me staring. If I look, he will start talking. Must not look. He started talking anyways. Thankfully, my favorite lesbian couple in my hood walked in, and immediately I announce that I wish I was a gay man. I glance at the man beside me.. lmao! He is confused and not sure what to do. Perfect! “Why would you want to have a dick? They are just in the way?” Hmm.. well I have a bunch of dicks at home, they just run on batteries. I would have a truckload if they were attached to these men. Oh well, she didn’t understand. I was okay with that because tomorrow is Monday and I love Monday!

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