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This morning I had to waste half an hour or so while the lenses on my spectacles were being changed. So I went into Waterstones for a cup of coffee. I got admonished for asking for black coffee with froth instead of using the technical terms like cappucino and americano and latte, whose meanings I just don't know. After getting over the shock of finding the coffee franchise had been taken over by Costa and that the coffee didn't taste as good as when all the menu boards were in Italian, I settled down to the DT crossword.
The advantage of that was being able to boywatch while I worked out the clues. Now 38 years ago I did move to an urban area where the natives are renowned for being two generations away from the troglodyte age and so I didn't expect any great beauties. But no. There at the history shelf was a handsome youth browsing. At first I saw just his well cut black hair and zero butt (a personal preference). I had to be patient for him to turn round and content myself with the thought that here was someone reasonably intelligent. When he finally did he showed his handsome face, dark brown eyes and an interesting bulge in his loose jeans.
After he went I got up to notice another little beauty with tousled blond hair sitting at a table studiously doing his homework. Purely aesthetic interest, you understand. I drink on average two cups of coffee a month, but I might have to go back next Saturday. However, they do serve hot chocolate.
Hugs
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I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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