Cause of and solution too...
I speak of whiskey. And a confession.Either school or this damn cold drive me to drink whiskey. I personally think it's both.
Having said whiskey in my system for the past week has had certain pyschological effects. I am assuming that these little foibles are just enhanced by the Irish friend I keep near me and not created by.
One in particular though is the desire to corrupt young men. Am I turning into a dirty old woman? Or have I been predestined to eventually turn into one by the learned behavior from my mother? Is it just the whiskey whore let loose?
Case in point.
Tonight after work I stopped off at the Uptown Liquor store. The clerk was not anywhere near 25 yet. And in his cute, round faced innocence, I caught the sheepish blushing and coy attempts at flirting. The wicked woman in my head went into predator mode, and I had to try and remain composed and not laugh at the situation, or the poor guy I was thinking about sinking my teeth into, and the surprise at my own thoughts.
And it's not because I look at the guy and say wow, he's hot. It's the thought of how my umm expertise would blow this young tender man into whole new realities. The thought of the act of corrupting them is what gets me going. Not the carnal act.
So my solution? Stays with me, and one other, and he better be ready for some wickedness.
posted by iSirkus @ 6:08 PM
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