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The cultural capital of the meat market is starting to set in. There are so many lovely people around and about. I hope it's just a matter of time until they talk to me.
The students are starting to come back into town. With classes starting in two weeks, there's not much else for them to do but tan and generally walk around in a state of nakedness. They have the bodies I think we all are supposed to wish we want, thin, toned, perky. But the older I get -- I'd like to think the wiser -- the less attractive these people are, and the more child-like they become.
I remember a student who was a freshman when he was in my class. Toned, buff, loud. Three years later, he "filled out": pot belly, scruff on his chin, a general look of bloatedness.
That's what beer will do to ya guys.
I'd sooner have something to grab on a woman without fear of hurting her, some cushion around the hips. (The way I tend to spread them, out then up, I fear the thinner girls I've slept with would break.) Something to hold onto while we sleep in the wee early hours of the morning.
Perhaps I'm more mind than body, but when the lights are off, what will give you more satisfaction -- someone who knows what they're doing, or someone who spends so much time trying to keep firm that they don't know how to do anything else?
Well, enough whining for tonight. Someone apparently needs to get to bed.