Out with the new, in with the old.

I recently had a birthday. It was a quiet affair. In fact, it was pretty much non existent. Which is just the way I like it.

Its strange. I really freaked out at the prospect of turning 24. It was a big step. 25 is a milestone. 25 should be bigger. But it wasn't.

24 arrived with a bang and kind of just withered away. 25 just seemed to ooze in and fill the vacuum left by my age.

24 was kind of sucky, not much really happened. Except that I was stable, and more independant. And boring. I got abandoned by too many friends. It doesn't even hurt when that happens anymore. I'm kind of used to it,

Still, nothing will be as bad as 22. 23 was a relief. I wonder what 25 will bring.

My first.

My first crush was when I was in grade 5 or 6. Andrew was his name. We used to spit at each other when we played downball at recess. Ahh, young love.

He was (and still is) a cutie. He was never a total bastard either. Sure, he did go through that phase, but he was always nice to me. I always had a soft spot for him. Even when I was over the crush and well and in my late teens. Even now I still think of him fondly. And every time I do, I can't help but think of a certain scenario.

I used to sit down the back of the classroom, second seat from the back on the far left. Andrew used to sit directly behind me, and my mate Jackie and his mate Paul. Anyhoo, we were doing some class and I was bored. Shitless. And I was cutting the ends off my fringe. My long fringe. I don't remember exactly what happened, but Andrew was egging me on and pretty soon, my long fringe was up around my forehead. But only on the left side. I had trimmed the right side too, piece by piece, and it stuck around my ears somewhere.

I didn't get found out until the end of class when the teacher came round to collect our books. The floor was covered in hair. Frantically she demanded to know where it all came from, and my deskmates dumped me in the shit. After being told off (I was such a ditz and didn't realise at the time) I promised to tell my mother that night.

I did. I don't recall my mother really worrying about it. But she did trim my fringe. Straight across the middle of my forehead*. I hated it. Absolutely HATED it. I have never had a fringe since.

*I have wavy hair and the result is that the fringe then sits up higher than it really is.

Sexy.

I am surrounded by sexy these days. I'm not complaining mind you, its just an observation that I'm making for blogging sake. You understand don't you?

I just love the sight of a tall, lean man. I am so loving that designer stubble is in. I just love that look. It makes me weak at the knees and wet in the crotch. I like that faux shaggy look that guys do. Not truly shaggy, but still fucking hot.

I love hands. Hands and forearms are so sexy. I like them sinewy and strong. I hate dirty, ripped and bitten nails. They are a turn off. Likewise, backs are sexy. Fuck me, I love a sexy back!

Penises, obviously, very sexy.

Boobs are also very sexy. I don't swing that way but I just love me some tits.

I love tattoos. But not too big. I don't like it when tattoos are the focus of what you're looking at.

I like them quiet, brooding and intelligent. But they have to have a sense of humour.

So, tell me. What's sexy to you?

Second day

Second day was quite a bit better than the first. No barfing, so immediately off to a better start. Had lunch with the director of the facility. Not just the department, the whole facility. We were sitting on the couch having lunch and he came, sat down and had lunch and a chat with us. Like it was completely normal. We had people who had been there over a decade walking up and knowing that we were new staff, and knowing exactly which department we were from. Its such a friendly workplace. I would never have had that at the old place.

Also, I think I've also seen the hottest guy there by far. I couldn't stare, but jeez I enjoyed the three or four furtive looks I stole.

OMG - I love this word verification.