Once again I had one of those “trying not to stare” moments. I was in a fast food place earlier today standing in line and right in front of me there was a girl, probably about 19, wearing the tightest and sexiest jeans that I’ve seen in a while. I usually prefer skirts, but she was wearing these amazing jeans with a clean dark blue denim material and bright yellow-ish contrasting stitching. They looked brand new and fit her like a glove. Her shoes were nothing special, but the jeans – Oh my, now those were hot jeans! I stared and then realized I was staring and tried to look away, then looked again, and back and forth. It was like there was a little voice in my head saying, “You must look, soon she will be gone. Look, look – look, damn you!” Well, I felt like a total perv, but I probably wasn’t the only one looking. My description unfortunately doesn’t capture her appeal. But I guess if I was totally sleazy I’d be one of those guys with a hidden camera and I’d post pictures. Hmmm…No, mustn’t go there…
Always like to see girls in tight jeans the tighter the better, although the high waisted jeans are my favorite.
Dear Sandra – so glad you held your tongue and kept your eyeballs from popping out. Here is the math to determine whether it would be creepy to say something nice:
(Your Age / 2) + 7 = Lower Limit of Acceptable Age. If you think the math works – smile and say something. Like ask where she bought the jeans….
If you cannot muster the nerve to say hi, it is still nice and acceptable to celebrate beauty by just looking at it. Nobody would give you a hard time for staring at a Monet, or a Rodin.
But do keep the moaning and drooling to a dull roar my dear…
Cheers – Petra
Sandra,
I love reading your blogs — you are so deep, sensitive and observant. I can imagine anyone becoming emotionally and physically addicted to you.