He had a hard time making eye contact with me (probably because he was ashamed about lying about his height – or maybe because he couldn’t actually see my eyes from way down there).Then there was “The Engineer,” the guy with a masters degree in computer sciences and aviation engineering, who had the teeth of a meth addict.
Besides his good looks, he also had silky hair that brushed his shoulders and he was very fit.
You see, we were standing in a corner chatting, as to be out of the way of others who were walking by to see the photographs.
It was then that I realized that the bok choy, which I had consumed in a stir fry for my lunch, had decided to make it’s presence known.
My breath caught and I was struck by an immediate desire to reach out and caress his stomach.
You’ll be pleased to know I controlled myself — something I was not able to do later.
I took a deep breath of relief, and then quickly understood that the bok choy had just been waiting to unleash it’s fury until it was free. I even debated punching The Hiker in the nose in order to destroy his sense of smell — but that seemed extreme. The Hiker enthusiastically agreed to a drink — too enthusiastically — and he sniffed at his mint tea appreciatively once he had the cup in his hands.