"Another busy day," Andrew thought to himself, as he adjusted his collar in the mirror. He had spent the day working, creating, and now he was off to Long Island to work with a college class. He thought about how lucky he was to be able to inspire youth to creativity, and that made him smile. He may not be the best looking guy, or the fittest guy, but if Ron Jeremy could make a fortune with his looks, so could he.
His dog Minx yapped, as if to make sure Andrew knew he needed to take a walk. Andrew took one final look in the mirror, then grabbed the leash and a plastic bag. Together, they walked down the driveway, Minx prancing happily, Andrew sighing, hoping she did her thing quickly, as he needed to hit the road. Minx lifted her leg on the back tire of his black Honda Civic, and relieved herself. Andrew shook his head. Every damn time she does that. He looked at his license plate, CRE8TR, and smiled. Yup. That's me. A creator and an inspiration. Minx turned her head to him, and they continued their walk. Five minutes later, they were back at the house, Minx shaking her fur out, and Andrew taking one more quick glance at his look. He blew Minx a kiss, then headed out the door to his car.
Off he went, arriving at Hofstra with a few minutes to spare. Andrew pulled the paper out of his pocket, his bag out of the car, and then searched out the classroom. He peered through the window, and saw the desks arranged in a semi circle arrangement, with an attractive, arty woman at the front. He guessed she was about sixty, but still had some flair and style. She saw Andrew, and smiled, then stepped out the door to greet him.
"I'm glad you're on time, the class hates waiting," she said. He smiled his patented seduction smile, and said, "I wouldn't dream of making them wait." She pointed him to the men's room, and he headed off to get ready.
Five minutes later, he entered the room, his bathrobe tied around his waist, as the teacher introduced him. "Class, this is Andrew. He'll be posing for us today." She pointed to a small platform, and he sauntered up, removed his robe, and tried to make himself comfortable. It was going to be a long three hours, but he knew that he would have their full attention, and what more could any man ask. He lifted one leg up onto the rungs of a chair, in what he knew to be a manly pose, and flexed, letting all his natural beauty be seen by all. He knew better then to suck in his stomach, as three hours was too long a time for that kind of vanity. His fifty year old body was looking good, and he thought to himself, "who knows, maybe I'll even get lucky tonight."
His dog Minx yapped, as if to make sure Andrew knew he needed to take a walk. Andrew took one final look in the mirror, then grabbed the leash and a plastic bag. Together, they walked down the driveway, Minx prancing happily, Andrew sighing, hoping she did her thing quickly, as he needed to hit the road. Minx lifted her leg on the back tire of his black Honda Civic, and relieved herself. Andrew shook his head. Every damn time she does that. He looked at his license plate, CRE8TR, and smiled. Yup. That's me. A creator and an inspiration. Minx turned her head to him, and they continued their walk. Five minutes later, they were back at the house, Minx shaking her fur out, and Andrew taking one more quick glance at his look. He blew Minx a kiss, then headed out the door to his car.
Off he went, arriving at Hofstra with a few minutes to spare. Andrew pulled the paper out of his pocket, his bag out of the car, and then searched out the classroom. He peered through the window, and saw the desks arranged in a semi circle arrangement, with an attractive, arty woman at the front. He guessed she was about sixty, but still had some flair and style. She saw Andrew, and smiled, then stepped out the door to greet him.
"I'm glad you're on time, the class hates waiting," she said. He smiled his patented seduction smile, and said, "I wouldn't dream of making them wait." She pointed him to the men's room, and he headed off to get ready.
Five minutes later, he entered the room, his bathrobe tied around his waist, as the teacher introduced him. "Class, this is Andrew. He'll be posing for us today." She pointed to a small platform, and he sauntered up, removed his robe, and tried to make himself comfortable. It was going to be a long three hours, but he knew that he would have their full attention, and what more could any man ask. He lifted one leg up onto the rungs of a chair, in what he knew to be a manly pose, and flexed, letting all his natural beauty be seen by all. He knew better then to suck in his stomach, as three hours was too long a time for that kind of vanity. His fifty year old body was looking good, and he thought to himself, "who knows, maybe I'll even get lucky tonight."
This is one in a series of blogs based upon license plates I've seen in my travels. More will be posted soon!
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