To the gentleman who was at the DG Wednesday/Thursday last week. You were there visiting. Light brown medium length wavy hair with your Ray Bans holding those locks in place, your face tanned and beautiful, hazel-green eyes and full luscious lips with a warm smile, your arms and pecs well defined, your legs long shapely thighs and that beautiful butt filled those "Silver" jeans rather mmmmm deliciously! If that wasn't enough, the cologne you were wearing was mixing with your body chemistry even making you more alluring. You were oblivious to the number of eyes watching you as you strolled through the corridor. The young nurses were cooing among themselves and fanning over you. Your voice was very calming and soothing as you helped me with the ice machine in the kitchen. Figured you as an artist, perhaps a musician? Late thirties Jaggerish looks and a cyclist body. I wanted you right then and there, my panties were absolutely soaked from arousal and I was not the only one. I think you are spoken for, no ring on your finger but you were totally absorbed with the woman you were there to see. The love and passion was evident in your eyes which made you even hotter and sexier. I have been thinking about you for days now, pleasing myself as I thought about you inside me. Hoping I am wrong and you come back to see me. I am the brunette in pink. —Bedside Manners