I should start carrying a small notebook with me so I can record the event when I notice a particularly attractive guy. Like the beauteous young man I saw at the train station on my way to visit my dad last Saturday.
He might have been about 5-8 or 5-9. He wasn't terribly tall, and he was very young, looked to be college age to me. He had slightly bushy light brown hair. I couldn't see the color of his eyes, but I'm betting they were blue. He was clean-shaven, and he had full lips and a rather longish, aristocratic-looking nose. He was wearing a yellow short-sleeved polo shirt, untucked, baggy jeans, and flip-flops. He had a back pack, and he was carrying a duffel and one of those clothing bags like you carry a suit in. He was clearly athletic; his pecs swelled the bosom of his shirt in a manly way, and his biceps filled the sleeve openings completely, in a way that always makes me take notice.
I all-too-soon lost sight of him in the crowd, so imagine my surprise when I saw him again in the Lancaster train station. I more-or-less followed this attractive vision of young manhood down to the sidewalk in front of the station; I was headed there anyway to wait for my dad to pick me up. I positioned myself where I could observe him more closely. I noticed that his duffel was a Nike bag, blue with a silver "Swoosh" logo, and on the logo was hand printed the name Kreider, a very common Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, surname.
As I watched, an older woman in a red Toyota drove up and got out of the car. The young man kissed her, and I heard him call her "Mom," though to my eyes she looked old enough to be his grandmother; perhaps the young man was the baby of a family of several children. They loaded his luggage in the car, then they got in and drove off. Soon thereafter my dad arrived to pick me up.
A beauteous, athletic young man. ...