I saw him coming when he was still miles away. In his bright orange shirt, teamed with a pair of tights. His shirt was short, showing a lot of tight. Perhaps too much.
I couldn't help it, my eyes strayed towards his crotch. So when I greeted him, I accidentally greeted his royal crown jewels. But before he could shout: 'My eyes are up hére, you know!' we had passed each other by.
Like ships in the night.
Only at 9 in the morning.
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Runner's bulge
Nicole Orriëns studeerde psychologie aan de Universiteit Utrecht. Sinds 2001 is ze fulltime blogger en eigenaar van Professional Blogging Services. Ze gebruikt haar achtergrond om praktische informatie voor dagelijks leven te delen. Nicole is getrouwd, moeder van vijf kinderen en woont op het Achterhoekse platteland. Achterhoekse platteland.
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But it's hard not to look when it's all out on display.
Oh my! LOL I think it is really impressive you were able to sneak a picture!
I love to impress, but that's not mine. It's just to illustrate...
oh my... I am not sure I would have been looking at his eyes either! That isn't pretty but it sure it distracting!
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