Where do I begin? Let's throw aside what I mentioned in my earlier post about their membership card and get down to business.
It was either Soju or this.The thick cigarette smell permeating from every corner of Soju's sealed our decision.
What I'd like to say to all the ladies is,please don't be tempted by the ice cream cart placed ouside this outlet.See girls,when you look at the flavours and walk inside the parlour to compare the flavours between the cart contained one and the one behind the shop counter,one hairy balding Bangla guy in a black t-shirt will appear and impress you with the service he extends.Do bear in mind that your first impression of him might be he's irritating cos you can't really understand a word he's saying.I call it a cultural barrier which we have yet to overcome.
But if you do listen intently,throw him any question and you'll know that this,is one exotically accented guy who knows his stuff and that, makes you respect him for the profession that he represents no matter how insignificant it may seem.
Happily surprised by his prompt,professional,highly knowledgable,with a sensible sense of urgency manner so wanting on this Island and so unlike the surly faced daytime managress who migrated from Gurney,you make it a point to come back and maybe try out other things on the menu.
No,no,no.Huge mistake.
Know why?Cos the more you sit there and look at this fella at work,the more hot you will find him.
You won't notice him if you have just a fleeting encounter.
Dining in would make you a captive audience to his charms.
The fact that he constantly likes to keep himself busy,scuttling about here and there,ordering his underlings with a very manly measure of authority as he keeps the place in order,makes you end up getting a little turned on by his really tight posterior (faint) twanging its way past you,well spaced follicles protruding from his rather strong looking carpetted biceps(mmm) and really wicked twinkling eyes (wow) framed by a very hardworking physique (nice).
He exudes a presence that could knock you flat the more you sneak a peek at him and make you not want to take your eyes off him(continue your retina stalking activities through the multiple mirrors).
He's not a handsome specimen yet could cause you to end up swallowing your spaghetti complete with the fork too if you aren't careful.
Everything else ends up tasteless cos you become so increasingly engrossed in watching him.
Oh why?Why on earth does someone so ordinary looking,look so good behind a glass counter?
Then you ask yourself Did someone lace my macadamia?Nah..only to get back to indulge in more man watching.
For your info I have never found any Bangla type to be a turn on.
So whyyyyyyy does this guy make you feel like prowling over like a feline towards him,so you can do delicious things with him in order to distract him as he bends forward to expertly cup the ices ?Melt my polar caps this way baby.
You forget what you just had,even what the flavours where.He makes you want to cross the boundary beyond mere fascination.Va va voom
Damn sexy man.
One thing you WILL remember is the ice cream if you ordered any.
In my case it helped bring down the sizzling atmosphere down a little tiny notch,still I'll refrain from describing how I indecently licked my way around it as I flashed over yet another glance.
God he's HOT.So hot I would have damn misbehaved myself right there on the spot if there was no one else hanging around.
It was either Soju or this.The thick cigarette smell permeating from every corner of Soju's sealed our decision.
What I'd like to say to all the ladies is,please don't be tempted by the ice cream cart placed ouside this outlet.See girls,when you look at the flavours and walk inside the parlour to compare the flavours between the cart contained one and the one behind the shop counter,one hairy balding Bangla guy in a black t-shirt will appear and impress you with the service he extends.Do bear in mind that your first impression of him might be he's irritating cos you can't really understand a word he's saying.I call it a cultural barrier which we have yet to overcome.
But if you do listen intently,throw him any question and you'll know that this,is one exotically accented guy who knows his stuff and that, makes you respect him for the profession that he represents no matter how insignificant it may seem.
Happily surprised by his prompt,professional,highly knowledgable,with a sensible sense of urgency manner so wanting on this Island and so unlike the surly faced daytime managress who migrated from Gurney,you make it a point to come back and maybe try out other things on the menu.
No,no,no.Huge mistake.
Know why?Cos the more you sit there and look at this fella at work,the more hot you will find him.
You won't notice him if you have just a fleeting encounter.
Dining in would make you a captive audience to his charms.
The fact that he constantly likes to keep himself busy,scuttling about here and there,ordering his underlings with a very manly measure of authority as he keeps the place in order,makes you end up getting a little turned on by his really tight posterior (faint) twanging its way past you,well spaced follicles protruding from his rather strong looking carpetted biceps(mmm) and really wicked twinkling eyes (wow) framed by a very hardworking physique (nice).
He exudes a presence that could knock you flat the more you sneak a peek at him and make you not want to take your eyes off him(continue your retina stalking activities through the multiple mirrors).
He's not a handsome specimen yet could cause you to end up swallowing your spaghetti complete with the fork too if you aren't careful.
Everything else ends up tasteless cos you become so increasingly engrossed in watching him.
Oh why?Why on earth does someone so ordinary looking,look so good behind a glass counter?
Then you ask yourself Did someone lace my macadamia?Nah..only to get back to indulge in more man watching.
For your info I have never found any Bangla type to be a turn on.
So whyyyyyyy does this guy make you feel like prowling over like a feline towards him,so you can do delicious things with him in order to distract him as he bends forward to expertly cup the ices ?Melt my polar caps this way baby.
You forget what you just had,even what the flavours where.He makes you want to cross the boundary beyond mere fascination.Va va voom
Damn sexy man.
One thing you WILL remember is the ice cream if you ordered any.
In my case it helped bring down the sizzling atmosphere down a little tiny notch,still I'll refrain from describing how I indecently licked my way around it as I flashed over yet another glance.
God he's HOT.So hot I would have damn misbehaved myself right there on the spot if there was no one else hanging around.
