theres this old man i love so much. ive loved him for years seeing him about town and now he's a customer at my store so i get to ogle him more frequently. he's like 60 or 70 i cant tell, but he's the most genteel little beauty, of the dreamyneil variety, you could say. immaculate and enigmatic and a bit rigid. not an inch of saggy skin. age doesnt affect, he exists in his own time. i like his wife but she doesnt suit him because she definitely exists in real time. whatever magical bubble he exists in doesnt extend to her and i wonder if she's aware of his magical bubble. she's taken a shine to me, she who doesnt seem like she would take a shine to anyone. she always makes a point of saying hello to me as though we're familiar friends, even though i've never said all that much to her. she's a lady of good taste, clearly. im always so afraid of offending either of them inadvertantly, by speaking in the wrong tone or doing something clumsy (which i never do anyway), that would be the worst thing i could imagine doing. i think they must be rich. maybe she'll invite me to her house for lunch and i can play croquet with her sexy husband.