The Dog Park

Cecil's POV

As I read the printed words in front of me that are slipped under the studio door everyday, I noticed that the perfectly wonderful man, I bumped into on my way to the studio this morning was on the printed paper in my hands. I couldn't help but hope that he would agree to an interview, there was just something about him that made me want to listen to him for hours and hours. I only saw him for a quick second, and I fell in love instantly. No matter how hard I try I just can't stop thinking about him, his perfect hair, his perfect skin, his perfect voice, his unbelievably strong jaw. Carlos, the paper said his name was; it fit him nicely, Carlos Carrrrrllloooosss. Oh it gives me shivers down my spine; the more I spoke of him the more I wanted to talk to him, to hold him, to be with...him. Now, I've had girlfriends before but nothing ever felt quite right; and just imaging myself with Carlos made me feel...right.

"and now for the weather" I moved the slider and clicked the button to play today's weather; after I did so there was a knock at the door. Unsure of who it would be I cautiously opened the door. What was standing on the other side made my heart jump, Carlos! I took in Carlos's perfectness. His beautiful black hair pushed back similarly to mine and slightly graying at the sides, he was a little shorter than me, and his perfect carmel-like skin made me want to touch his face and hands. His wire frame glasses matched his lab coat and blinking wiry tubey box nicely; he was not buff but he was not scrawny. Perfect Carlos and his perfectly imperfect body, did I mention he was perfect? Trying to keep my cool I looked at him and said "Hi-llo, Cecil" /Nice going Cecil/ "I'm Cecil, Cecil is my name...would you please stay for an interview?" I put out my hand and smiled, perfect Carlos nodded slightly and shook my hand "Carlos..." Nothing was said for a few seconds as Carlos examined me. "Anyway" he continued "I must decline an interview, but do you mind if I scan your studio for materials?" He asked still staring at me. "Of course" I took a step aside and allowed perfect Carlos to examine the studio. I paid no attention to the noises the box was making I just stared at perfect Carlos and his perfectness, especially his butt, I mean pardon my language but damn does he have a nice ass. When he made his way to the microphone there was a sound like chirping birds, Carlos looked at me with a horrified look, I've never seen that look on anyone with that strong of a jaw. Diane blinked the studio light to tell me the weather was almost over and I sat back down into my chair. Carlos flashed a quick smile and said "I have to go, thanks for letting me scan the station...Cecil?" I tried not to jump out of my seat and I said "any time Carlos".