Hes walking through the hallways at work at a very brisk pace. Jennifer, the secretary says goodmorning and he retorts goodmorning without any thought. A million things to do by 5:00 pm he mumbles to himself. Jeff brought donuts and coffee for everyone he bumps into Jeff and knocks the donuts on the ground. Jeff screams at him "WHAT THE HELL MAN!!" Why don't you slow down.
He has a date with Susan. Susan is a hot australian he met at the meat section of whole foods. Long blonde hair, a golden tan, beautiful long limbs and a stomach you could iron clothes on.
He rushes in from work, hops in the shower. Barely scrubs. He puts on brand new khaki's and button down shirt he bought just for the date. The date isn't till 7 pm but its 5:25 and he is already completely dressed.
He kills some time watering the flowers in the garden but probably not enough. No one ever taught him to be fashionably late.
He picks up Susan, and she is pleasant. The gorgeous aussie accent she asks how his day was talking a mile a minute he describes every detail of his day, when a "fine" would have been sufficient.
The date ends, he goes for the kiss and he darts into her personal space like zorro swinging across a balcony. He stuffs his tounge down her throat swiftly and she pushes him off "what the hell, mate?" Have you ever kissed a woman? Slow down. She goes in the house and brushes her teeth from the disgusting slimey kiss.
Don Juans walk slow. They talk slow. When you call their name they turn their head slow. They kiss slow. When they smile they turn up their lips slow.
Everything is always slow and in control. Never a hurried movement.
From now on, go slow.
He has a date with Susan. Susan is a hot australian he met at the meat section of whole foods. Long blonde hair, a golden tan, beautiful long limbs and a stomach you could iron clothes on.
He rushes in from work, hops in the shower. Barely scrubs. He puts on brand new khaki's and button down shirt he bought just for the date. The date isn't till 7 pm but its 5:25 and he is already completely dressed.
He kills some time watering the flowers in the garden but probably not enough. No one ever taught him to be fashionably late.
He picks up Susan, and she is pleasant. The gorgeous aussie accent she asks how his day was talking a mile a minute he describes every detail of his day, when a "fine" would have been sufficient.
The date ends, he goes for the kiss and he darts into her personal space like zorro swinging across a balcony. He stuffs his tounge down her throat swiftly and she pushes him off "what the hell, mate?" Have you ever kissed a woman? Slow down. She goes in the house and brushes her teeth from the disgusting slimey kiss.
Don Juans walk slow. They talk slow. When you call their name they turn their head slow. They kiss slow. When they smile they turn up their lips slow.
Everything is always slow and in control. Never a hurried movement.
From now on, go slow.
