Daily Rituals

There is something very intimate and, nearly erotic about watching a man tie his tie. Almost illicit, particularly when it is happening right before your eyes, and the individual is rather attractive...tall, with dark sandy hair short in the back, but fuller over his piercing blue eyes. I felt as though I were in his bedroom, standing behind him as he crossed the ends of the chianti-colored tie with his long, thin fingers and knotted it. I wasn't in his bedroom, we were on the #2 train heading into Times Square. His mirror was the subway window and he appeared lost in thought as performed what was probably a week-day ritual. Who knows why he left his apartment with this final detail undone. Had this rainy day inspired him to sleep in, not wanting to leave the comfort of his covers? One can only imagine!