A few days ago, while at work, a woman and her daughter walk in. The daughter is in her early twenties and is blond wearing a red floral one piece dress with a short skirt. She was a head turner. Her legs, by description were long and visible to the middle thighs; this I can describe due to her short hem line. She had a pretty face. The males that I work with were agog. They were all talking about her legs and how they would love to walk between them, that they were so long that the could walk between them.
I was confused. I looked at her, her long unblemished legs and saw nothing special. Nothing to illicit this reaction that they were all having. I was thinking, even though I thought she was pretty, I wonder what she thinks about, what her personality is like?
I have noticed other times when a woman walks by with a "nice" attribute, that guys make comments about them and her, but while I can recognize that they are "nice" and she is pretty, they do not cause me to make that reaction. Which is odd.
Odd because I have an, at times, overwhelming libido. Lust is my Capitol sin. But knowing a person is more important to me than a nice set of legs.
So I look at the girl in the red dress and think, legs, yup, they are legs, and these guys are gibbering idiots, but what can I say to make them think that I am one of them, because being part of a group is how people survive.
I think of all the people that I like and most of them I know personally. Passing hottie on the street is still hot, but I am not interested in them, in her. I feel that I am the one that does not belong.
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