Unfair

OK, I'll admit that I sometimes go out and about specifically to look for eye candy, not, certainly of late, with any great degree of success most of the time. When I go to work on a Saturday afternoon, already one of my least favourite shifts, though, what I don't expect is for the eye candy to come to me, in a manner of speaking. Wrong again. One of my colleagues brought his son in with him, and I spent all afternoon, breaks apart, no more than a few feet away from the boy, given that his father was working the position next to mine. First impressions were that he was around 11, because he was a compact little guy, but as soon as I heard him speak, I revised my guess upwards - his voice was decidedly not 'little boyish' - and found out a little later that he's nearly 13, when I got the chance to talk to him for a couple of minutes. All in all, though, and although he was by no means 'drop dead gorgeous', it was still bloody torture having him so close for such a long time, trying to look without being obvious, but at the same time not wanting to look, or interact with him, in case I 'outed' myself. As always, all I can say is that anyone who thinks this is a 'choice' on my part simply doesn't understand, or, more likely, want to understand. It's a nightmare, but one where you never wake up.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B