Old School  

HoldenMcGroin1 44M
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4/3/2005 12:11 pm

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Old School

I was kinda bored last night, so I watched said movie again. Now, there are some great scenes in it, the earmuffs bit and especially where the 3 of them are in the van chasing down pledges. When Frank shouts at that women in the parking lot after they’ve just abducted her husband, apologises and then raids her grocery bag… fucking hilarious.

Anyway, that’s not the point. One scene rang bells with me. You know the scene, the one where Frank and Marissa are in the therapist’s office and he starts talking about the waitress and what colour her panties were and what sort they were. I was sitting there thinking “Oh my god, I AM Frank”. For some reason I’ve never associated with that scene until now, but that EXACTLY what I’ve been doing for years. So long I can’t remember NOT doing it. Lunchtimes, I walk around town (not like a hobo or anything, or clutching a beer can!) and I find myself looking at women, mainly their ass. See a VPL, result. Makes the next few minutes go by so much easier. But it doesn’t stop there, oh no…

The other day I was in the post office, queuing amongst the great unwashed to get my father’s road tax. He’s a busy guy, running his own business, and as I work only 2 minutes from the post office, I volunteered. Big mistake. Every time I go into the post office, I end up waiting for fifteen minutes to get served. And there’s nothing to do except wait patiently, shuttle 2 yards every couple of minutes and check out the scenery. This is where the Frank in me comes out again. Now, you get all sorts of people in the post office on lunchtime. The pensioners (no, I don’t before anyone goes EEEWWWWW!), the office workers, the single parent who’s unruly spawn of Satan is ripping up anything in it’s path, the bumbling idiot who doesn’t know what to do with the small packing crate he wants shipping abroad etc etc.. The usual suspects in other words. So while waiting in the queue, I find myself checking out the scenery. Now, obviously the first view I have is the rear, so the panties question comes into play. Then I look at the ass and think about that, its shape, how nice it is, how flattering their clothing is. And then I chance a look at the top end. Same procedure, y’know, sort of bra, whether it’s some greying functional unflattering garment or some gorgeous lacy number etc. Why I think like this, I don’t know, but it sure helps to pass the time.

But it doesn’t stop there either. Now, after deciding on how highly I rate their body and decide on what underwear types, I’m working out their bedroom preferences. Is that women in the smart blouse with trouser jacket combo a lights-off, missionary position person, or is she a filthy little minx who’ll scream the place down night after night. And what about that attractive, older woman further down the queue? Is she bored with married life and longing for someone to take her into the photo booth in the corner for a quickie? And can I oblige. Please?

So, I’m curious. Am I the only one who thinks like this? Am I a complete pervert who ought to get a life? Level with me people. And do women think about men like this? Do you check us out? Probably not to the same level of detail that I’ve just mentioned, but…..

I think I need a lie down…

AmpleGirl 53F

4/4/2005 9:04 pm

No you are not the only one. I check out eveybody... I loved the details.

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