Stuck at work until late last night, the only thing that kept me going was the possibility of an Hot Old Man (HMO) sighting. Just as I was giving up all hope - and fending off attacks on the snack basket by the wannabe office stud (do your shirt up, I don't need to see your chest toupee), there he was: Hottie McAussie (who, Dolly has been told, has a stutter - even cuter), like a vision from a better place. Then he got closer, so his body was no longer hidden by stacks of paper on desks - and he was in a burnt orange V-neck sweater. Asian + orange, even of the burnt variety, is never a good mix.
Luckily he was wearing really, REALLY good jeans. Mmmm.
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