Naked Virgins and Water Cooler Talk...
This past weekend… Memorial Day Saturday, if you will… I had a unique experience that I will share with you… but let me reference the story another way:
How many people can relay this story to their co-workers back at the office?…
~So, there I was, standing in front of my yurt, in the middle of a windy, sunlit field. A friend had stopped by to visit. As we stood, dazzled by the shear loveliness of the day… from a distance, we could see the form of a naked man emerging at the edge of the woods. He ran straight in our direction and we were awe struck by his strident beauty and youthful stallion-esque physique. His golden-brown hair flowed like a mane, half way down his bronzed back. As he came closer, I became fixated on his peaceful expression and innocent smile. As he stopped and stood naked before me, all I could see were his piercing, knowing, eyes… I can’t remember, exactly, their color… I think they were dark brown. I did notice... all he was wearing was a crown of stars. He stood before me… hardly winded from his run, and held up a playing card… a black card… not a face card… and said to me, in a quite deliberate tone… “Oh, brother, I am in need of a card… Do you have any cards?” He asked… smiling. For a moment, I hesitated, trying to affix his beauty to my mind… trying to burn his image into my memory.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I did have a card. I quickly turned and ran to the yurt and got the card and brought it out to the path where he was waiting… I gave him the card and 33 bucks… His face lit up with childlike excitement… “Oh yeah, a wild card!” He exclaimed. “ Brother,” he said, “I here-by crown you The Patron Saint of the Naked Virgins.” He then removed the crown of stars from his head and placed it around the rim of my hat. Then, in a moment he was bounding back into the woods from whence he came… his Herculean buttocks glinting in the sun… provoking a parting stare.
Briefly, he was gone…
My friend looked at me as if he were very pleased to be in the company of the newly crowned Patron Saint of the Naked Virgins… as I, too, was pleased, with myself.
Still, I hope he managed to pick up an ace or two along the way.
True story... I swear.
So... how did that brother-in-law's wedding go? (any Naked Virgins there? Har!)~
How many people can relay this story to their co-workers back at the office?…
~So, there I was, standing in front of my yurt, in the middle of a windy, sunlit field. A friend had stopped by to visit. As we stood, dazzled by the shear loveliness of the day… from a distance, we could see the form of a naked man emerging at the edge of the woods. He ran straight in our direction and we were awe struck by his strident beauty and youthful stallion-esque physique. His golden-brown hair flowed like a mane, half way down his bronzed back. As he came closer, I became fixated on his peaceful expression and innocent smile. As he stopped and stood naked before me, all I could see were his piercing, knowing, eyes… I can’t remember, exactly, their color… I think they were dark brown. I did notice... all he was wearing was a crown of stars. He stood before me… hardly winded from his run, and held up a playing card… a black card… not a face card… and said to me, in a quite deliberate tone… “Oh, brother, I am in need of a card… Do you have any cards?” He asked… smiling. For a moment, I hesitated, trying to affix his beauty to my mind… trying to burn his image into my memory.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I did have a card. I quickly turned and ran to the yurt and got the card and brought it out to the path where he was waiting… I gave him the card and 33 bucks… His face lit up with childlike excitement… “Oh yeah, a wild card!” He exclaimed. “ Brother,” he said, “I here-by crown you The Patron Saint of the Naked Virgins.” He then removed the crown of stars from his head and placed it around the rim of my hat. Then, in a moment he was bounding back into the woods from whence he came… his Herculean buttocks glinting in the sun… provoking a parting stare.
Briefly, he was gone…
My friend looked at me as if he were very pleased to be in the company of the newly crowned Patron Saint of the Naked Virgins… as I, too, was pleased, with myself.
Still, I hope he managed to pick up an ace or two along the way.
True story... I swear.
So... how did that brother-in-law's wedding go? (any Naked Virgins there? Har!)~
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