That some one was a fine young man that bore and eerie resemblance to our favorite Straight White Guy, Eric.
Only Eric's doppelganger was a bit edgier.
He had both of his ears pierced with those "tribal" earrings and he was wearing sun glasses, so I did not know the color of his eyes. Every time he lifted his shirt to wipe his brow my eyes were instantly drawn to the flat plain of his stomach. He had a white "wife beater" shirt on underneath the shirt he kept using to wipe his brow.
Did he have a six pack?
Did he have the "pleasure trail" of fine light hair from his navel to his nether regions?
I did my best not to overtly show that I was sizing him up as if he were a last meal.
Pudd'n was with me and I'm sure he does not need to see his mother act like a cat in heat.
I also resisted the urge to ask him if he had an unnatural fear of Zombies.
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