Adult Blogger: Mike In Brazil MikeInBrazil Back to the coffee shop, on that rainy afternoon in April. I was off work early, class had been cancelled due to a professor's family emergency, and I was left alone to my own devices when it was still daylight! It figures that it was raining cats and dogs though, because I normally would have gone for a walk in the park. This day, however, found me camped out in an oversized easychair with a copy of my favorite book, nursing a Snickers latte. If anyone had asked me at that moment, I would have said that life couldn't get much better. Of course, I would have been wrong.
At the sound of the bell over the door jingling, MikeinBrazil glanced up to see a vision that took my breath away. A man had entered, seeking shelter from the rain more than coffee by the looks of it, and he was tastier than my latte. Now, tasty to me may be something different than many other people would agree with. I don't like young pretty boys...well, not really. They are fun to look at sometimes, but there just isn't anything else there for me. I need character in a face, some rugged features and a few laugh lines, something that shows me you know how to enjoy life. I did my time with a young pretty boy already, and I was discovering quickly that the exact opposite was now a sure thing to get me hot.
So here was this vision of rugged masculinity, standing in the door and brushing rain off what appeared to be a lovely suit. He had hair that couldn't decide if it wanted to be light brown or red, thinning and peppered with silver, and the brightest set of green eyes I had ever seen. I sat there watching him trying to compose himself from beneath my lashes, not wanting to be seen checking out the goods. Ever since my divorce, I had become an avid observer of older men, but I had yet to work up the nerve to approach any of them.
