Fresh Meat: Tyler Lough.

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In the absence of a real man in my life at the moment ---he of flesh and bones and perfectly exfoliated skin--- I am declaring model Tyler Lough as my current boyfriend.

We met in Booksale last Tuesday. I was rummaging through the stock of newly arrived magazine when I suddenly saw him staring up at me, intently.

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Tyler was wearing a jumpsuit, buttons undone, giving a glimpse of his chisseled pecs, revealing his rippled abs and delectable raisin-like right nipple. It was love at first sight. I made my quick purchase of a September 2007 issue of Genre magazine and went out the store.

Tyler joined me outside. In the light of the bright midday sun, I had a better occasion to study his features. How he stands erect and nearly a full head taller than me. How his curly hair perfectly caps his lovely face. His cheeks as soft and fresh as a pubescent boy. The pouty thin lips that I longed to kiss in broad daylight.

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We parted in the parking lot. I made him wait in my car while I reported to my office. It proved to be a long day filled with agony and anticipation. While phone calls and paperwork continued to run to my desk, all I could think of was the young man waiting in my car. All I could do in the prison of my cubicle was to repeat the name he gave me. TYLER. Ty-ler. Tyler.

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I was eager to get home that night and be alone with Tyler. I skipped my usual gym date and had a quick dinner. Afterwards, in the privacy of my bedroom, I got to know more about Tyler until his company lulled me to sleep.

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Tyler spent the night in my bed. In the morning, as I prepared for another day at work and he was still half-deep in slumber in my cozy bed, I took his pictures using my K800i phone [4 photos are uploaded in this journal entry].

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During the day, his features still fresh in my mind, I googled Tyler in the web. I had instant hits giving his complete name and informing me that he is a full-time model currently with All-American Guys. As with anything about a person we love, I welcomed these information as dearly as Tyler himself. The stars are aligning, I told myself.

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And I eagerly waited for the day to end and be alone with Tyler one more time.

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