Sometimes a girl's just gotta perve. And, if she's stuck in the office for nine hours a day, the only way this is possible is to talent scout at work.
Believe me, this is harder than it should be.
Far from a newspaper office being full of luscious lovelies, hot bods and gorgeous-but-geekies, we have a choice of loud, annoying, pot-bellied, balding, fatally dull and inappropriate.
That is, until we realised the Mature Gent potential.
This blog is testament to the unexpected hotness of the over-40s, and the inappropriate ogling we manage to get done on a daily basis. (Or hourly.) And the unnecessary tizzies we get into when one of them holds the door open for us...
Watch this space if you, too, spend your working day in wonderment over the attractiveness of men not-quite-old-enough to be your dad, but nonetheless too old to really be poster boys.
Maybe this is just a sign we're actually old enough for real men.
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