Movement catches my eye, and I watch him move towards me, that big body clad in his ski pants and a thin, black, hooded fleece which clings to the muscular plains of his chest. His hair is wild around his face, and the dim light catches the sharp angles of his face, making him look dark and mysterious. I’m aware of a couple of men enjoying their view of him, and I’m filled with a sense of pride and misguided possession because just for this brief moment, he’s mine.
