Tuesday, January 17, 2006
( 8:09 AM ) teahouse
I went to mass this past Sunday. About 20 minutes into it, I was sitting and listening to the choir sing, when I suddenly became aware that several people were moving into my pew, and also into the pew immediately behind me (I could here whispering and rustling and people moving around).
I had no idea what was going on, so I ignored it.
During the offertory, I turned around and saw the hottest guy ever..I mean he was model hot. He looked like Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.
He was in the pew directly behind me. And he was alone.
No wonder all of the ladies in the congregation were moving in. They wanted to be in position to shake his hand during the "Peace Be With You."
He shook MY hand first.
But he was not my type, of course. I don't have thoughts like that during mass.
Anyway, I had never seen him before. And judging from the twittering girls around him, he wasn't a regular attender at that mass.
Afterwards, I thought about it some more. I wonder what particular need drew him on that particular day.
Was he praying for success at the next Mr. Olympia pageant? Praying for a sick relative or a successful job interview?
Or was he just thanking God for blessing him with the body of Adonis and the face of a cherub?
Not that I thought THAT much about it..I already have a wonderful and very cute boyfriend. And no time for thoughts like that. Of course. #