Score One Zero For God
By gingeresque
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So there's this guy called Hussein. Very gorgeous, big flirt, nice biceps, not much of brain, so in many ways he is the male version of me. Minus the biceps.
When me and Hussein meet, sparks don't just fly, they hit buildings and light overpassing planes on fire. This is due to our tendency to try and outbeat each other with flirtier and sexier one-liners.
Cheesy they may be, but i like to think that i beat him every time because he's just not used to a girl being as smooth and Mae-West as me.
Hussein is definitely the perfect summer fling, despite one unfortunate circumstance; we live in smalltown alexandria, population 9 milion, where everyone knows everything about everyone else, and if i so much as touched his arm, his sister would tell his friend who would tell her sister who would tell her friend, and hey presto everybody's dissecting what we're doing and when we'd get jiggy with it, which you have to admit, takes all the excitement and fun out of the game.
If only i could lure him away to that desert island, give jack johnson the day off, and let HIM rub the sunoil instead... the more realistic plan would be to pack him in my suitcase and take with me to Poland, where we could practice polish together (aherherherherherherherherh)
So let me get to my point. Hussein has nice biceps, and i have always wanted to see him shirtless. i bear no shame in saying this, because he is a true egyptian sight worth seeing, that everyone should appreciate, like the pyramids etc.
So let me get closer to the point. Every monday and wednesday i go swimming at the club pool after work, where i'm surrounded by old men in little speedos and bad teeth, so it's not exactly a kicking party.
And yesterday due to headache and blurry eyesight, i left the lenses at home and wore my glasses instead, thinking "Hey, no one's going to see me, right?"
yep. you guessed it. it's so damn predictable.
And there he was, swimming in the lane right next to me, muscles glistening in afternoon sun, perfectly teethed grin as he asked me what i was up to.
Aside from the obvious fact that i was swimming, i was also drooling a bit at the mouth, so had to pretend i had a bit of a cold, which didnt make me any sexier.
And here comes the absolutely tragic part; due to lack of lenses i had to put on my goggles, thus reduced to blind-as-a-bat-eyesight, where i could only make out his shape, but could not see the details.
And only then did he decide to stand up in the water and display his torso to the world.
And i was so blind i couldn't see it.
THE ONE TIME I GET TO SEE THE GUY SHIRTLESS I CANT SEE HIM!!
it's times like these when i realise that God has a sense of humour and he likes to take it out on me.
"Hahaha, nice one, very funny," i muttered at the sky.
Next time i'm going in with lenses, waterproof mascara, a teeny bikini (will make the old guys' day) and...wait, does lip gloss come waterproof too?
So far score is God : One
Me: Zero
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