Tuesday, January 13, 2009

One of My Guys

I'm grateful for a few good friends including an outdoors man who once intimidated me with talk of his weekend adventures. We are alike and different. Both of us are married fathers, active LDS priesthood holders, good friends who have sought each other's company for years.

We both appear to be straight, but he actually is. We both appear to be at home in the world of men, but he actually is. He is comfortable in his own skin and somehow when I'm with him I'm more comfortable in my own skin.

I notice and appreciate his hands, wrists, forearms and shoulders; his intense but warm eyes, his smile, his voice, his laughter. He is kind and relaxed, quiet but articulate. A huge part of his appeal to me is that he isn't tuned into to any of these kinds of things.


  1. Isn't it funny how so many guys don't know how beautiful they are? And the turn on is that they don't know!

    Best wishes for happy bromancing!

  2. Their being straight is also a blessing in the form of a barrier and a boundary. I may desire more than a handshake or a hug, but I'm unlikely to persue it, which has its advantages. ;)