My Yummy Proverbial One

I'm going nuts again. I have met my ideal proverbial one. Slowly and surprisingly i am feeding the incessant obsession for him.

An intellectual. He has wisdom for even mundane things. A soft-spoken individual with such finesse for everything in this world. Though he's in the high heavens galloping with everything he wishes and loves, he still manages to be a part of the crowd.

I am wishing hard, even to the extent of wishing to a wishing well that my colleague found on one of our 'excursions'--in which for sure, that wishing-well is profit based for the well-wished owner.

Yesterday, i could not stop staring at him. I pretended to be listening to every word he was saying--actually, i was listening to him intently, i didn't want to miss anything he was saying. He has nice flawless and rosy skin. Sexy. Nice teeth. Euphimistic laughter. Even the white-strands of hair and his gotee was sexy--exuding intelect. my own George Clooney--le sigh, le sigh. A man of passion and nothing else. How i wanted to hug him and kiss him. Years never really stopped me from admiring someone, especially with his intellect (why can i not stop talking about his intellect?).

But, he is heavens...and i am earth. For now i will suffice my longing for him with the times we were together...and how SEXXXYYYY and YUMMMMYYY he looked.