She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He had to be well over six feet tall. And from what she could see of his features in the moonlit night, he possessed rugged good looks. Was she hallucinating? She must have been. He looked too good to be true. She’d always dreamed of someday meeting the proverbial strong, silent type. She was, quite simply, overcome by an immense attraction to the man she saw.
It took all of her courage to walk over to where he was standing. As she got closer, he seemed to be talking to himself, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. When she got next to him, she said, “Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw you in the moonlight and, well, I think I’m in love.”
He shrugged and continued to recite whatever it was he was saying, literally ignoring her. “Excuse me,” she said again. “Did you hear what I just said? You are a beautiful specimen of a man and I think I’m in love with you.”
He still ignored her and continued his recitation. Now she was angry. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you deaf? Are you blind? I said I love you. You are the image of a man’s man. And, by the way, I’m a goddam catch!”
He finally looked at her. “Yes, I am a man’s man. I’m gay,” he said. “So I imagine you will understand my constraint when it comes to responding to your declaration of love. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to continue to practice my gay rights manifesto for tomorrow’s Pride parade.”
Written for the following prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (moonlit), Daily Addictions (immense), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (silent), Scotts Daily Prompt (constraint), and Word of the Day Challenge (manifesto).