...and the way, way too old!

I wonder if the man is as much of a mouthful as his name is:

The Governer.

He's the new governer of a rural southern prefecture here in Japan Prefecture, and what a DUDE!! I met him once, and he had me tittering and blushing like a skirted schoolgirl every time he glanced in my direction. He's got that thing where he gazes at you, then slowly he smiles like he's just realised how extraordinarily fascinating you are! Talk about charming.

Plus he auctioned off all the governer vehicles and drives around in a little hybrid now. His face is plastered on everything from delicious summer lime treats to pyjama pants but he's lost no dignity through it. He used to be a comedian and has the catchiest grin.

I'd do him. Oh yes I would. I'd also fuck my boss if I could at all get away with it.

I found myself trying to explain myself to a friend and cringed when I heard the words flapping out of my mouth:

"No, seriously, he's 64 but he has all his own teeth and hair and SUCH a TWINKLE in his eyes... you can TELL he's a rascal in the sack."

All is lost: I'd rather fuck a granddad than any of the hundreds of strapping young men in this town. My god.

I am rather consoled, though, by the fact that he has a fan club. All - yes, all - my female friends here in the city hall squeak with envy when I describe how he put his hand on my shoulder that morning, or helped me with kanji the previous afternoon.

I've never liked Sean Connery (so creepy and slurring), but I'm sliding all over my seat thinking of this lean, brown, crinkled-skinned guy with his sparkly casanova eyes.