Don't really have a lot to report today, since it was a day of many long meetings whose details would bore you to tears...
So instead, I think I'll write about the unspoken content of the meetings, with a little libidinal diary of the day...
In the first meeting this morning, we had a talk from a woman in the Development and Alumni Relations Office. She was petite, slender, confident, dressed in a well-tailored business suit, possibly half-Asian, or just with a very even tan, and sporting a neat black bob and a very sexy pair of spectacles. It was amusing to see how the combined male attention of the room focused on this woman, drinking in her words despite the fact that what she was encouraging us to do - provide her with the names of graduates that her office can call up to ask for money - is something we all hate when it's done to us...
There's just something about a well-toned woman in a well-cut suit delivering a confident presentation... After all, it seems this is pretty much all you need to get on in business these days. (And I don't mean this to be purely sexist: the same is more or less true of men...)
I had a lunch meeting with the first graduates of the same Teaching Certificate that I am doing, but will not be graduating from for at least another year... One young woman had on a pair of fantastically sexy high-heeled, fake-snakeskin boots (I might as well just come clean about my shoe fetish: yes, I have licked boots before), but even though she sat alone for the whole lunch, I failed to approach her, because I was otherwise entranced by the ice-blue eyes and sensual stubble of some Scandinavian lecturer in nutritional science...
In the afternoon, with a short break between two meetings, I went for a swim and, as you all no doubt know, a swimming pool is an ideal place for pervs and oglers, since, well, everybody's half naked, and you get to spend most of your time underwater checking people out!
Now since I remove my glasses to swim, I can't really see people's faces, so my ogling tends to be based more on factors like body-shape, the cut of a swimming costume, the grace of a stroke...
Today there was one particularly svelte young lady in a high-cut two-piece who left a trail of perfume hanging over the water in her wake, which I would breathe in through my mouth so that it hit the back of my throat with a powerful erotic charge...
Such are the idle thoughts that fill a day...
A couple of other, unrelated observations that came to me on the last train home last night, reading a few pages from Maurice Dantec's journal Le Thtre des oprations:
the French verb 'cultiver' (to cultivate), when seen at a glance, looks remarkably like my user name on this site...
And this reminded me of one of my longest-standing linguistic hallucinations: for some reason, every time I see the French verb 'esprer' in print (it has to be in print and all lower case), I am reminded of a leaping deer, like the kind you see on road signs... I think this is simply due to the shape formed by the letters, but, when you think about it, there's maybe something appropriate about a leaping deer as an image of hope...
So instead, I think I'll write about the unspoken content of the meetings, with a little libidinal diary of the day...
In the first meeting this morning, we had a talk from a woman in the Development and Alumni Relations Office. She was petite, slender, confident, dressed in a well-tailored business suit, possibly half-Asian, or just with a very even tan, and sporting a neat black bob and a very sexy pair of spectacles. It was amusing to see how the combined male attention of the room focused on this woman, drinking in her words despite the fact that what she was encouraging us to do - provide her with the names of graduates that her office can call up to ask for money - is something we all hate when it's done to us...
There's just something about a well-toned woman in a well-cut suit delivering a confident presentation... After all, it seems this is pretty much all you need to get on in business these days. (And I don't mean this to be purely sexist: the same is more or less true of men...)
I had a lunch meeting with the first graduates of the same Teaching Certificate that I am doing, but will not be graduating from for at least another year... One young woman had on a pair of fantastically sexy high-heeled, fake-snakeskin boots (I might as well just come clean about my shoe fetish: yes, I have licked boots before), but even though she sat alone for the whole lunch, I failed to approach her, because I was otherwise entranced by the ice-blue eyes and sensual stubble of some Scandinavian lecturer in nutritional science...
In the afternoon, with a short break between two meetings, I went for a swim and, as you all no doubt know, a swimming pool is an ideal place for pervs and oglers, since, well, everybody's half naked, and you get to spend most of your time underwater checking people out!
Now since I remove my glasses to swim, I can't really see people's faces, so my ogling tends to be based more on factors like body-shape, the cut of a swimming costume, the grace of a stroke...
Today there was one particularly svelte young lady in a high-cut two-piece who left a trail of perfume hanging over the water in her wake, which I would breathe in through my mouth so that it hit the back of my throat with a powerful erotic charge...
Such are the idle thoughts that fill a day...
A couple of other, unrelated observations that came to me on the last train home last night, reading a few pages from Maurice Dantec's journal Le Thtre des oprations:
the French verb 'cultiver' (to cultivate), when seen at a glance, looks remarkably like my user name on this site...
And this reminded me of one of my longest-standing linguistic hallucinations: for some reason, every time I see the French verb 'esprer' in print (it has to be in print and all lower case), I am reminded of a leaping deer, like the kind you see on road signs... I think this is simply due to the shape formed by the letters, but, when you think about it, there's maybe something appropriate about a leaping deer as an image of hope...
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