Ok so the day started with a quick flick around the school yard in my 'going out' clothes which felt strange and nothing like my usual running gear or ugg boots and progressed rapidly to be a day all about boys in uniforms.
I took my gorgeous cousin to see where we swim in the river only to have to slow my car behind two policemen, they eventually moved (there really was no hurry) and this eventuated in a conversational deconstruction of the good and bad points of the police uniform. I think the stuff all round the belt is hot, my cousin does not. We both agreed something is very wrong with the way the pants seem to tuck into the boots... but realistically it doesn't matter since its not necessary to look down that far when you're driving behind them.
We then popped into town where I was giving a running commentary on the important tourist points in Sydney (she's from out of town) So I pointed out centrepoint and then began a diatribe on the non-appeal of the corporate suited man citing several suited wankers strutting down the road. The rise of the younger metrosexual man was then discussed, with all the gel and those skinny jeans that just need a good old yank up so they don't sag at the butt region. We also agreed that burgandy coloured pants just wouldn't work on a date unless the guy also happened to have a boyfriend on the side.
Down in the rocks we just happened to be taking a few selfy photos with the bridge in the background when who shall we stumble across but four firemen. Yes FOUR! It was kind of like the highlight of the uniform discussion as with a fireman there really is no comparison. They're just really really smokin hot.
Todays revelation (that I actually thought of yesterday on a run): If someone consistently calls you beautiful AND makes you breakfast or even just a cup of tea... There's a very valid reason to stop the clock.
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