CléaThis would look sooo good with the linen…
I did a double take in case I hadn’t heard correctly. Admittedly, I was in a fashionable suburb on a late Saturday morning, where a narrow strip is dotted with boutiques, cafés, bakeries, children’s fashion and homewares. And I was there on a jaunt across town to indulge in the culinary delights of a small but heavenly French patisserie.
With more dogs than a Parisian street, shiny skinny latte adorned women posing on tiny outdoor tables, and a myriad of locals carrying the proof of their of boutique shopping in brown paper bags, the morning’s sour dough bread and couples pushing the latest designer prams, one could be mistaken for being in an ultra cosmopolitan city.
I eyed the men, as it is my duty to do. Between those in their twenties sporting a je ne sais quoi attitude with their stubble beards and bulging biceps from underneath tightly fitted black T-shirts – or were they the baristas, I don’t recall – and the thirty to forty-something Fathers of Young Children* pushing their prize offspring around in brand-named kid mobiles, I wondered what happens to men when they become coupled or when the biological urge kicks in.
At what point do they stop being blokes and become house-proud bores? Does this coupling or fatherhood tweak their inner metrosexuality when they compete with their partner’s moisturiser, exfoliant, or visits to the beauty salon where they get plucked within an inch of their life?
This would look sooo good with the linen… came from one such FoYC. His tone of voice was orgasmic. About the perfect accompaniment to linen.
A selection of gateaux and macarons later, I carried the box of gourmandises like a FoYC who has been handed his newborn baby. On the stroll back to the car, I looked at the tall, handsome man walking beside me and gave him an appreciative smile.
At least he sounds orgasmic between the sheets.
* FoYC is my term of choice. There is nothing “yummy” about a “daddy” who has a small appendage hanging off him, or with a mini-me in a pram.
Tags: cbmused, fathers of young children, FoYC, men, metrosexual
Wow, the title caught my attention alright.
There is a term for that which my friend often quoted “A voice you could crawl naked through broken glass for”. I don’t know, while I do appreciate a good voice, I have never heard one I’d melt all over for. Not even when guys point out a voice that sounds like it was made for phone sex.
Hahahaha… it is so true…so I guess I should cry and not laugh…
“I eyed the men, as it is my duty to do. ” Oh…is that your duty?
Having kids only has that effect if they’re on your continent and speak English.
At least in my experience.
Kami: Though it might
Ouchy! I wouldn’t crawl through glass for anyone, let alone a sexy voice, which this guy didn’t. But for a man to get that excited about something that would look sooo good with the linen, you have to wonder.
Sidney: Cry or laugh … over linen?
Of course it’s my duty. I just have to figure out a way to make $$ out of it!
Casey: You’re kidding me!! Oh do tell… there must be atory or two there.
Ah, but you didn’t notice the young men with carefully trimmed stubble or shirts selected meticulously in designer shops to accentuate their physiques.
Don’t forget that we were all once small appendages to our own dads. We can forgive them, I hope, for exulting about silly things if they are otherwise the wise and caring people we expect them to be.
LOL… I prefer the term “metrosensual” as “metrosexual” places too much emphasis on sex and I don’t need that sort of pressure.
Mahd: Didn’t notice? I was sold!
I don’t know about your Dad, but I never heard mine get excited about house stuff and linen, and Mum can vouch for that. The only thing he wanted is the house was a proper bookshelf in the bathroom. He never got his wish.
Gboy: Please explain the difference. No pressure, well just a little…
Coupling for me always meant I have been “doing everything ‘wrong’ for the last thirty years and it’s lucky she found me before I killed myself by ironing a shirt the ‘wrong’ [read not her] way.”
Zen: While I’ve heard something like that before, we’re not all that domineering. Besides, some men are so stubborn they don’t change a single thing about them when they get ‘coupled’.
I eyed the men, as it is my duty to do.
I heart you so. And this line. Classic Clea.
SM: Why, thank you. How else would this blog thrive?
You know – you could do some “eyeing” of the ladies too – and then report back on the blog. I’m sure at least a few of your male readers would be happy to hear your carefully placed words used to describe an attractive female.
Or just send pictures…..either one
GSR: Are you suggesting I change my raison d’etre? Could you have that on your hands and live with yourself?
I’m sure my male readers manage to do enough eyeing of females on their own!