IT'S ALL ABOUT POSTURE, GOOD POSTURE

So a relatively quick post as I'm just on from dancing and a tad sweaty and hankering after a read of Queen Lucia, possibly one of the best books I've read in a long time. Work was absolutely jumping today but I was pleased that my manager did sneak a bit of recognition down my path as I'd been successful in moving through the fast track development program my company implements, it means more money, more opportunities and probably more headaches, but back to the reason I'm posting.....

Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I am naturally waiting for Mr Right to spend the rest of my life with, I don't plan on being a nun whilst I wait but I digress, work was heaving as everyone decided they simply must get their banking done, the day after a bank holiday when naturally we're going to be busy, I had customer complaints up to my eyeballs and then this vision appeared.....

He would be late 30s and I see him out regularly and my god, he gets my cunt wet, I want to be part of a gay Athena ad with him and be blissfully happy. He's well dressed and in my mind he's naturally a successful businessman. He has a perfect build and I;m guessing the personality to match, at least that's what the rose tinted glasses had shown today. I came over all afluster as his peach of an ass walked about and he had the ultimate quality in a man that I simply adore - amazing posture.

Now I've had people stop me in nightclubs to say that I have great posture and let me tell you, this guy's posture was almost as good as mine, I love the fact that people with good posture carry themselves so well and look alert and interesting and probably have killer legs. It may be strange but I'm not into whips/toe sucking/piss or shit so posture is my thing!

Naturally I could barely string two words together and didn't look in his direction when I was near him but let's just say if God was answering my prayers, I'd get hopelessly drunk one night and approach him and we'd live happily ever after. As it turns out, I got drunk on both Friday and Sunday night and snogged some munters that weren't worth writing home about..... but a girl can dream!!!!