I've never been one who was attracted to the opposite sex for their physique or appearance only, as it depends more on a connection I feel with someone.
Still, I could not deny that this guy was a sight to behold.
I'm writing this because I discovered that January 12th is a special day recognised as #FeastofFabulousWildManDay and these memories came flashing back.
Well, once upon a time I had a neighbour who was probably 20 years my junior. He was so fine! I remember him introducing himself to me, with his giveaway accent. He'd quickly added that he was from a small family in Adelaide, South Australia.
There was modesty in everything he said.
Our residence was on a tropical island, at a private long-term resort that was set atop a cliff overlooking the bay, with a private pool, gazebo, and a a barbeque grill. The days were hot and humid so neighbours would sometimes gather for barbeques, or just chill out at the pool for drinks.
Never with the hunk though, because he spent most of his days off the compound and was often away traveling.
Yet, everything was simple about him.
Looking at him was the epitome of feasting your eyes on a fabulous wild man.
Thick dark blond ponytail with a beard, tattooed, with a muscular physique, so toned.
He was often scantily dressed in nothing but a pair of black beach shorts, and even a blind man/woman would concur that the guy was fit.
#AnOrgasmicDelight
Always cordial, our typical encounters were at sunrise.
Waking up for yoga was a frequent way for me to start my day, as something was satisfying about being up at that hour while the rest of the world around me was still asleep. The hunk happened to be an early riser too, and it was customary for him to exit the property with nothing but a small computer bag, wearing a light cotton t-shirt, and combat boots, with his usual black shorts.
In an inverted yoga position, the hunk and I would greet each other as he'd walk by, before hopping onto his motorcycle and disappearing down the hills.
I was informed by other tenants that the hunk was a competitive swimmer, so it was normal to see him going out for a long swim in the sea, and frequently he swam for hours.
My flat was so close to the water with a view that went on forever. I could see miles ahead across the sea.
On one occasion while I sat at my dining table looking out, this liveaboard boat cruised slowly, seeming to be coming straight into the property.
YES, the hunk was the neighbour's door you'd think of knocking on, if you ever needed to borrow something like a kiss; But NO, that's not my confession! what I was guilty of.
A lover of candid photography, I'd sometimes crouch down on the hot floor of my terrace, with my zoom lens, and secretly, I'd snap close-up photos of the hunk.
I guess everyone does something mischievous now and then, right?
I'd send the photos to my girlfriends to satiate their thirst, and I made funny memes.
I liked that the hunk was so humble and laid-back, with a caveman simplistic aura, always doing his own thing.
Then one day I got a surprise.
I was browsing online when I saw a photo of him. The caption indicated that he was a famous blogger involved in a invaluable charitable deed.
That was the last thing I had expected.
Discovering that information, and reading up about the hunk, my guilty conscience made me feel uneasy.
Confess, I must!
I spotted the hunk entering the resort, as I was on my way out. For the first time, the hunk and I had a normal conversation. He told me about some of his recent travels, and that he wanted to speak to the landlord as he had plans to leave.
It was at that moment that I confessed my sins:
Calling his name, I confessed!
"Of course! That's not a problem." said the hunk.
Was I really off the hook I wondered?
Still, I felt at peace ;)
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