So, I’m sorta working for “THE MAN,” as my good friend TB puts it. And last night, THE MAN got a message from the little people, entitled I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS. Yeah, that kinda message. So, it resulted in a lockdown, and some downtime while we waited to be cleared to continue on doing meaningless work, so that more people can hate us. Just cuz.
And during that time, it occurred to me that THE MAN is not very manly at all. In fact, THE MAN needs him some serious testosterone. And then THE REAL MAN walked in. This guy was hot. Romance novel hot. There was NOTHING about this guy that was NOT HOT. I’ve had a serious shortage of hot, even with copious amounts of alcohol (only for short periods people. Don’t freak) so the hot was long warranted. And well needed. And well, HOT.
He had a gun. And handcuffs. A buff bod, and a handsome face, and MAN HANDS. Man hands, people. No whimpy girly hands.
I’m writing me some romance novels tonights. God bless the blue collar world….