I move through the day almost invisible. I go about my business quietly, with a determined purpose. I do not make a spectacle of my actions, I just do what is necessary to get the job at hand completed. Other men resent my assumption of authority; they decry the way I assess the task at hand, then make suggestions (we are, afterall, co-workers) or declarations as to how it should be accomplished. I walk the streets of LA, viewing women that cross my path. Some scrutinize me as well, while others dismiss me as too old, or unavailable because they are in a committed or current relationship. I look in their eyes, searching for that spark of attraction that used to come much more often, but hasn't ignited with the remembered intensity of the past. I am still the same assertive, demanding, intractable lover of past years, just a bit older and wiser. You can still see it, if you look deeply into my eyes: the man that can still give u both pain and pleasure until they are one and the same. It just takes looking beyond the surface. |