What I mean to say is that men were everywhere.
After taking my vow of celibacy, every time I took a step I found eager men wanting my body.
They were hanging out in packs.
Tall, tan, and well built. Some were over by the newspaper stand. Others ordering coffee and crescent rolls at the bakery. Each one of them giving me the look.
You know what I'm talking about. The one that says, "I like what I see." The eyebrow slightly raised. That half smile. The lingering eyes that explain desire. The fantasy.
Of two men together. Touching, exploring, kissing...
When the urge became too intense, I just looked at my feet or at Harold.
After about half an hour of this torture, I decided to exorcise my lust out at the gym. Exorcise with exercise.
Bad move.
Not only was I getting the same looks, these guys were half naked and better built.
Tight asses and legs. Bulging arms, chests and other things.
Each one calling out to me.
I knew what I needed. A cold shower.
Bigger mistake.
I stepped inside where the showers were. Rows and rows of the hardest, sexiest men dropped their towels and stood naked before me.
I slowly backed out of the showers, grabbed Harold and got the hell out of the gym as fast as I could.
This celibacy thing is a lot harder than it looks.
Did I say hard?
Oh my God.
