Today my eyes were privy to the sight of two gorgeous men, one more clothed than the other.
Let me explain.
My coworkers took me and another coworker out for a birthday lunch at the Vancouver Art Gallery Café (her and I share the exact same birthday apart from the year). It was a sunny and warm day, we had the special quiche (lobster, shrimp, green peppers), and as I hastily finished up my lunch, I looked across the patio and beheld what I thought was a male model. He was tall, toned, had a strong jaw (and probably arms!), nice hair, and wayfarer Ray-Bans. I would say he was a hipster Don Draper. I nicknamed him Donster. I looked at him standing there, observing the patio for a free table, and turned to talk to Oli for a second and then he was gone. Luckily he came back within a few minutes and found a table (argh, my view was obstructed by a tall plant), and I was curious to see who would dine with him. To my delight, it wasn't an equally attractive female but his parents!
That I looked at him more than once was a feat in itself, who just earlier this week could not even make eye contact with a boy toddler on the bus. No, I can't believe myself either.
Nothing happened with Donster--if it did, I wouldn't be blogging now!--but to have had the pleasure of seeing that rare speciman was a joy to my environment of perpetual female domination.
Then, after work, I went to a yoga studio in Yaletown that has an extra hot room and plunked my mat down at the hottest side in order to get the full benefits of my 1.5 hour class. While I was doing savasana before class I had my eyes closed, so when class started I sat up and was shocked to see a very good looking guy behind my left. I would peek at him quickly in the mirror and when I had to do a standing forward fold I admired his perfect back. But I noticed throughout the beginning of class that he was struggling a bit, and in between our warrior poses he suddenly knelt down and then fainted. His eyelids were moving really quickly and someone said "He's having a seizure!", and just when our instructor was about to get some help from reception he came to, as if he had just awoken from a microsleep, and didn't even realize he had fainted. He said he was exhausted from painting all day.
That was the first time I ever witnessed someone faint in such close proximity, and it only confirmed my suspicion about myself in emergency situations, which is that I just stayed glued there. I don't rush to help or make myself useful in any way. I am just pinned to the spot. Even after learning about the bystander effect in social psychology.
Errare humanum est. But to have the will to improve brings us closer to perfection. So, among the many things I have yet to combat or accept about myself, at least I have identified two. If that doesn't cut it, at least I saw two hot guys. And nobody got hurt.
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