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Thursday, April 19, 2001

There is nothing quite as sexy as a man walking like he means it.

Right. That's the sentence I had to write. Now let me try and explain it. A loose posture. A rolling gait. Yeah, a certain sway to the hips, but not like women do it. More subtle. Long strides. Rhythm. It's not self-conscious. It's not something that's done to look good. It's just what happens. He's concentrating on where he's going. How he gets there isn't important.

But it makes my head turn every single time I see it.

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