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  • In my late twenties I had a job where I drove around the city and one of the necessities of working out of your car is to quickly learn where the clean public restrooms are. I was downtown at the Wells Fargo Center in one of these restrooms when I got the cruise of death. I was washing my hands and looked up when a man walked into the room. He was extremely handsome, tall, tanned, blond, blue eyed and wore an expensive business suit.

    Our eyes met in the mirror and he stared at me hard. Smirking, he kept my eye as he walked across the room to one of the toilet stalls. He winked and stood there holding the stall door open waiting for me to join him. Instead of walking over to him and a sure thing, I dried my hands, nodded and with a "sorry" expression, shrugged and walked out of the room.

    I left, because aside from the fact that I was neither single nor looking for a hook up, there was also my not being into tearooms. No moral judgement against those who do, I've just never found the combination of public, sex and toilet to be appealing.

    There was also the problem of the guy himself. Physically he was attractive, very attractive, sex god level of attractive, but his demeanor was off-putting. There is something to be said for self confidence being a turn on, but the line between confidence and arrogance is not so fine that you could not see that his smirk betrayed a wealth of ego.

    A half hour later, I was eating lunch when I saw him again.

    He was in middle of a group of five other young businessmen. They were all smoking cigars and he was speaking, gesturing with his hands and cigar for emphasis. The other men were hanging on his every word, making clear that he was the alpha male of the group and in total control. As they walked pass me I overheard part of his story, a tale of how he had scored with a hot girl with huge breasts. Apparently she was a "slut" and "was begging for it." His fans had a desperate hungry look and I was reminded of a pack of dogs in heat.

    He did not look at me as he passed. He may not have recognized me; or perhaps because he was surrounded by his businessmen tribe, his ignoring me was intentional. It could also have been a form of punishment for not immediately running over to service him as the woman in his story supposedly did. I am content in this ignorance. Common wisdom holds that as you get older, you grow to regret the things you did not do. The paths not traveled and all that. Not having sex with this guy is something I do not foresee myself regretting.
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