Handsome Italian Man Catches My Eye

Today, I met a man. He is perfect. For 20 minutes, I sat on a bench and stared at every inch of him. From his masculine shoulders and arms, to his hands, his legs, his feet, the intense look in his eyes. He is tall and strong. His abs as hard as a marble slab. The other girls were looking too, but he didn't seem interested. I walked towards him to get a better look. With his head turned, he didn't see me come up behind him sneaking a glance at his muscular back, his calves. Again, my gaze was drawn to his hands. Slowly, I circled him and snapped a picture. Here's a sneak peak.

Longer blog to come...