I work in the legal department of a corporation and most of our legal work is farmed out to law firms. One of the attorneys I’ve been working with on a case is from one such firm. I’d read his profile, seen his profile picture, but hadn’t met him. He came in today to give a presentation and oh my!
He looked like a film star. Or, like a movie lawyer – not a real deadline-meeting, brief-writing, 2500-hours billing flesh and blood lawyer of the type I’m used to. He’s forty if he’s a day, but he looked about 28. The locks! He had golden-blonde masterfully highlighted hair with waves and curls everywhere and a most unlawyerly lock falling over his forehead.
He was wearing a tailored white shirt with a plain black tailored suit. It’s probably the first time I’ve seen a male lawyer in an obviously tailored suit, though probably more of them wear them – they just don’t have the GQ-bodies to show them off properly. He was extraordinarily lean. It’s probably the first time I’ve seen a male lawyer walk into a client meeting with an open collar and chains around his neck peeking through. And no belt.
Yes! No belt. His shirt was tucked in and his suit-jacket was unbuttoned, and he wore no belt. And it looked great.
He was smiley, cheerfully humbly cocky, and during the presentation, he would let his gaze linger on each audience member in turn. It was most tingly. I could hardly take my eyes off him and I realized just how much eye-candy men usually get with all the women strutting around dressed to please. Men rarely dress to please or “turn themselves out” like this. Women, of course, routinely do. It must be pleasant being a man. I normally get this much pleasure only from looking at extra nicely turned out gay guys (which is tinged with regret), and for a while, I wondered if this lawyer of ours was gay. Either he was gay, or he was from LA. Turns out he’s from LA and a big society type, often pictured in society magazines with his long-legged blonde artist wife.
It’s not uncommon for me to look at a woman and go, “Oh my. She’s hot.” And for me, “hot” means fuck-worthy, not merely good looking (Lance calls it “oomph”). And I rarely see a man like that – and that’s not because there aren’t good looking men around. “Hot” — or “hawt” — is when a man acknowledges his sex appeal and wears it proudly on his person, in every look and gesture and the way he moves, signaling that at any moment, he’s down for doing the dirty. Many women – including me when I’m feeling it, more rarely now that I’m getting old and bitter – do it consciously or unconsciously. Men? Much less common. Very unusual, in fact.
Which might explain why I’m going around feeling like Mrs. Robinson (or a “cougar” as the new term is). Yes, I’m 25. And yes, I want to prey on teenage boys. This may be because they exude a sense of their own sexuality that older men squash under propriety. Not everyone can get away with it either. This lawyer, if he hadn’t been shortish and cute as a button would have come across as creepy with those lingering gazes and flirty affectations. As it was, he managed to look like Dorian Gray gushing lawyer-talk.
But yeah, I catch myself watching teens with selfish hard lust – the things I could teach them! There’s definitely a degree of domination there that I’m getting off on. But it’s also just their beauty – the lean look from growth spurts, the sharp cheekbones, the way their bony shoulders poke through their thin t-shirts, the clear eyes and smooth cheeks. The androgyny, when offset by an undoubted maleness, is unbelievably hot.
So. I need to get laid. Later, folks.
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LOL…I think you want to PREY on the teenage boys, not PRAY on them…but maybe you do want to pray on them…naked…
Thanks, Doubting…fixed it. :)
I hear ya. I first felt like a dirty old lady when I was in my mid-twenties and noticed that my little brother’s friends (he’s 8 years younger than me) were attractive. Now, I’m married to a guy who’s my brother’s age. We got together when I was 34 and he was 26. He’s an adorable little Scotsman with curly blond hair and blue-grey eyes. I did teach him a few things. It was fun. Still is.
And, blonds – especially curly-haired ones – are kind of fascinating, aren’t they? There’s something especially attractive about men who look very different from you (I’ve got dark hair/olive skin).
The Bum must be the most self-assured man in the universe.
We’re pretty fortunate to be blessed with a modicum of eye candy in NYC professional settings.
now thats one wilde post!
James, yes he is. It’s one of the reasons I married him.
There are a lot of guys with strut in LA who aren’t gay. But alas, so few of them are lawyers. I think they wring the oomph out in law school (to the extent it’s there). Don’t worry, women seem to make it through fine.
Been there. Currently I’m struggling to be polite and not ogle the eighteen year old girls at work which is a struggle because after even a moments loss of concentration I find myself staring at the boobs. I also quite fancy my boss who is 32 while I am 25. She is a lovely short lady with dark hair and green eyes who sometimes gives me interested looks and phones me for odd reasons.
Hell YES I know what you’re talking about!
I remember a pub discussion about this and one woman saying she thinks women’s bodies are naturally more beautiful and sexier than men’s, and I completely disagreed. I believe a man’s body can be just as if not more sexy than a woman’s body…but we both agreed on androgyny. As in Brian Molko. Fuck. Yeah.
I must say though that younger guys are in a class of their own. I live in a university city so there’s loads of students around….for me it’s the straight, defined lines (yay for tight t-shirts) and the hips – something about hip bones drives me wild (in men and women though).
Which is why my current boyf has a strong jawline, good cheekbones, is sort of muscly but at the same time sort of scrawny and has the best defined hip bones with a fantastically curvy bum. Oh, and he has long hair.
Too bad he’s out right now – think I’ll make a booty call…
I feel you, apostate. Err, well, I don’t feel you, not over the internet– oh you get the idea. I’m male, but yes it is actually amazingly distracting when you can’t help but notice all ultra-hot young’uns around you. Gets to be a bit much at times, actually. Especially now with summer really heating up. You are right that women dress to impress more, but I’m sure the young dudes aren’t too far behind. Especially the young hip-hop looking guys- they don’t seem to shy away from showing themselves off.
If you do have a fling with a teen, just remember, young lovers are like campfires- you want to leave them better than you found them, not so that they look used.
I find the older I get (mid 30s), the less attractive young men are… they are children. And half the time they are dressed terribly. I feel sorry for young women, who can’t tell if their men have nice bodies or not, since they are covered up in jeans so big the crotch is at the knee and tshirts long enough to be dresses. (Oh so sexy! Old men yank their pants to their boobs and the young guys let ‘em hang around their knees. Why is there no middle ground?!) I don’t wanna teach anybody anything. I remember being a teenager and how clumsy my partners were. So, you can have them. :)
I don’t really like the metro look but I wish more men took care in their appearance. You’re right, there isn’t a lot of eye candy out there for straight women, past a certain age.
Argh, I totally know what you mean about the young guys! I’m only 21, but working with a bunch of skinny, cute, 16-year-old boys has led me to more than a few skeevy thoughts.
I really wish there were more pressure for guys to look good as there is for women. I likes me some man-candy, and all these douchebags walking around in Adidas pull-apart pants and free promotional t-shirts just ain’t doin’ it.