Something funny happened today...  

Sweetgenie_girl 41F
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9/6/2005 6:48 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Something funny happened today...

Hello faithful blog-readers,

I am back from Toronto and looking forward to rejoin the world of blogging. I have spent a few moments reading comments and also catching up with some favorite bloggers of mine.

Today was also my first day back to school and honestly it’s good to be back, get my brain stimulated and feel smart again! Though the first week is not much stimulating, teacher gives you the course outline, answers a few questions and you’re on your way. So to kill time during my two classes, I went to sit at a nearby park and do my favorite activity: People watching!

I don’t know what it is about people watching, but I find it so fascinating. And I’m a professional people watcher. I don’t just sit and watch…no. I put on dark glasses, pretend to read a book but really I’m observing. I invent stories about the people I watch. I try to imagine what their lives is like, what they do, what they like, I even try to give them names. When I feel particulary giddy, I try to imagine what kind of lover they are, are they screamer, moaners, givers, takers, etc.

So today, while pretending to read my book, I watch people sun tanning, other people reading, a guy playing the guitar, a man playing with his dog, a pregnant lady talking on her cell phone and a beautiful girl drawing.

I’m not into women, I’m not even bi-curious. I strictly love men but sometimes I really cant help admiring a woman’s beauty. Just like some people love adorable babies, cute kittens and puppies, I love beautiful women. I love to see curves on a woman and although I like all type of women, I have to say that I have a thing for big girls and punk girls.

Well this beautiful girl at the park caught my attention because of her hot pink hair. She was sitting on a bench and drawing and I couldn’t help staring at her. I looked at her hair, which was combed into a clumsy ponytail as if she had mindlessly tied them. A few strands of hair fell freely around her striking face and occasionally she would push a strand of hair away from her eye with her pinkie finger. Her face was flawless. She had this beautiful milky white skin and she wore a touch of pink eyeshadows on her eyelids. Her eyebrows were shaped in a long arc and were pencil thin. She had beautiful lips. Kissable, pink and shaped like a heart. She was a curvy girl. She wore a fitted black tank top, which emphasized her voluptuous bosom and showed her thick, long, gracious arms. She wore a black skirt with pink polka dots and I noticed the tattoo on her calves. I couldn’t really make it out but I assume it was something special to her.

When I took in all of her beauty, I tried to imagine what she was like as a person. I know she is an artist and from the way she frowned or bit her lip as she was drawing, I could tell she is a sensitive artist. I also saw her as a confident woman, one who takes proud in her curves and her body. Who is aware of her untraditional beauty and doesn’t apologize for it. I imagine her as confident lover, someone who has no shame being naked and knows that she has the right moves to satisfy her lover. She is curious, imaginative, playful and explorative. She prefers making love and appreciates when her lover pays special attention to her needs. When he caresses her soft skin, when he tells her how beautiful she is, when he whispers sweet nothing in her ears.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize that she had moved from her bench. I was a little disappointed until I heard a voice behind me saying “Excuse me”. When I turned around I saw my stunning pink-haired beauty, staring at me with a sincere but shy smile. She told me that she likes to go to park and draw people and sometimes she got the people to sign her drawings. She asked me if I could sign the picture of me she had drew! I quickly obliged. I saw how beautifully she drew me. My heart jumped when I noticed that she drew me doing something I often mindlessly do, which is to twist my hair with one hand and play with my earrings with the other hands. When I gave her back the drawing, telling her how talented she was, she said: “too bad you’re wearing those dark glasses. I would have loved to draw your eyes”.

So this is the funny thing that happened to me today. Turns out that someone was watching me, while I was imagining what her life was like.

So I’m throwing this back at you, blog-readers: do you people watch? Do you have any special thoughts that go to your mind while you do it? Or do you sometime catch people watching you? What do you think they are thinking? What would you like your story to tell?


PassionateBeat 44M

9/7/2005 8:30 am

I do love people watch and it is part of my inspiration when I write poetry... It helps me to daydream and depending how the person looks my calligraphy may be different or the poetry may be sad, erotic, silly or dreamy.
People do notice that I am watching but I try to be discreet...and occasionally, but mostly rarely they come and investigate.

You are a wonder Sweegenie_Girl!
You would inspire mistery.


PassionateBeat 44M

9/7/2005 8:31 am

I do love people watch and it is part of my inspiration when I write poetry... It helps me to daydream and depending how the person looks my calligraphy may be different or the poetry may be sad, erotic, silly or dreamy.
People do notice that I am watching but I try to be discreet...and occasionally, but mostly rarely they come and investigate.

You are a wonder Sweegenie_Girl!
You would inspire mystery.


Sweetgenie_girl 41F

9/7/2005 6:43 pm

Aaawww! PassionateBeat! Thanks...

Well based on some of the poetry I read from you come across some inspiring people.

Maybe we should go people watch togeter one of these days?


PassionateBeat 44M

9/8/2005 9:05 am

Well Sweetgenie_girl..
We definitelly must to do that.
Would be nice to build stories around the people we watch and see how they unfold when we do so together...
You do have more than a dab of a sensualist in you.


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