'God's Gift' at Hostel

My dears, when last looked, booking into the hostel is neither a cloistered or monastic experience.  Being that many of the guests are young travellers on holiday, one has to make due with a certain amount of preening that goes on between the sexes.  Bear in mind that all are adults and capable of monitoring own behaviour...

Having said that, this old geezer has a front row seat to the flirtatious nature of some of the guests.  Truth be told, the flirting is not limited to one sex, but the men seem to carry it a bit far.

Oft, a male guest will parade round in just shorts, thinking that exposed chest and legs are a natural draw to the eye of the lucky females.  Truth be told, some blokes are best viewed with all clothing on, legs are like a chicken and there is not much chest to beat on...

Females at the hostel, being in the minority,or travelling attached, seem to draw attention without effort.  Let a single woman sit at table, and it follows that a bloke will chat with.  Even this old geezer has been known to.

From time to time, travelling 'lorthorios' book in.  Blatant they are, as the costume is 'less is more', hair is gelled, skin shiny with oil and teeth cleaned.  Long showers and many moments in front of mirror are had to perfect the entrance into the common area.  Colour co-ordinated they be...

Wealthy MOI would be if all of the lines heard were strung together.  That is not to say all of the lines are clever...

There is justice in the world, only way to explain how a wannabe 'Don Juan' fails to unsheathe his sword for the entire stay.

Truth be told, my day in the 'bright sun' is past, days are filled in the shadow of the moon, remembering, and I do, when bod was firm and face full of youthful beauty.  I remember it well.  Decrepitude is not so bad, been called worse than 'old troll under the bridge'.

Now if MOI could only find the hair gel, floss, scented oil and wildly coloured walking shorts...