Not Knowing What You're Looking At  

49AK 56M
1074 posts
4/18/2006 2:01 pm

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4/24/2006 6:38 pm

Not Knowing What You're Looking At

I was reading [post 314208]'s blog, and I was reminded of a story...

When I was much younger (late teens to early 20's), I worked at an ice rink. All of the employees were college students, like myself. As a healthy male of 'that age, my hormones raged incessantly. I found myself attracted to a number of women over the years I worked there, and I found them all to be unapproachable. Of course, I was very shy -- I still am, in a lot of ways, but you get over some things in forty-plus years of life.

My interpretation (at the time) of the thing that I was attracted to was a certain virginal quality to them. They seemed so pure and innocent, and I wanted them very, very badly. Actually, I wanted almost anyone, but that goes without saying for an eighteen year old -- I just wanted these particular women even more.

The thing that I think made them unapproachable was that my thoughts and desires about them were anything but virginal, and so to me, I assumed that the possibility of them spending time with me meant that they were making a life decision to not be so pure anymore.

One particular woman was a few years older than I was, but she was very sweet, and between the age difference and my perception of her made it at least stressful for me to have a plain, vanilla conversation with her, at least at first. However, over some period of time, and with several months of group flirting, as people that age are wont to do, I got more comfortable with her. Over the months of that particular season I had actually developed a reputation for being able to give a pretty good shoulder and back massage, and occasionally gave them to this woman. There were lots of 'ooooohs and 'aaaaaahs' which I interpreted simply as 'that feels good' in a non-sexual way.

One day she was sitting in the office of the ice rink during a break time along with several other employees. There was a lull in the evenings on Saturdays, where people would order dinner in before the rink rats descended on the place for an evening of teenage mayhem. The phone rang, and I happened to be standing rather near her as she answered the phone. I walked up behind her and started massaging her shoulders as she answered this caller's questions, and it very quickly became obvious that the most complicated sentence she could complete while I was doing this to her was, 'Uh-huh'. She wasn't moaning, but she was wriggling in her seat, and it took everything in her constitution to get through that phone call.

The other co-workers found this rather humorous, and the young lady was blushing a bit, but oblivious ol' me thought nothing more of it than just a funny circumstance.

Later that evening I was talking to a good friend of mine who was actually a superior (and about 10 years older than me), and the topic of the back rub and phone call came up, and I confessed to him that I thought she had what I called 'The Look'. He wondered what I meant by that, and I went on to tell him of my belief in her purity, and by implication, my interest in deflowering her. I told him that I saw 'The Look' in a lot of women, some of them I was more attracted to than others, but in all cases, it was a belief in their purity and my impure thoughts about them.

He laughed. A lot. He said I was half-right about 'The Look'... there indeed was something these women all had in common, but purity wasn't it. Without saying it in so many words, he told me that I had found the sluts.

Knowing and feeling are different things, and so experiencing 'The Look' and correctly interpreting it's meaning took a while to reconcile. Now that I am in my 40's, I still occasionally see 'The Look' but it doesn't jump out at me the same way. Perhaps because I am looking at much older women, and perhaps because I just take the experience for granted.

Ans so I say to [post 314208] and others like her, both male and female, enjoy 'The Look'... but it helps if you know what you're looking at!

rm_PurryKitty2 49M/51F
9753 posts
4/21/2006 2:03 pm

My eyes just cross!

Purry {=}


shadeofpink 44F

4/24/2006 11:59 am

hmmmmm It would be nice to say it to my face, not hide it in a blog, jerk

49AK replies on 4/24/2006 12:13 pm:
It wasn't that I didn't want you to see it, it was just that it was really long, and didn't want to monopolize your comments.

Honestly, I thought you would see that I had linked to your blog... Sorry about that...

aascrompn 43M
6444 posts
4/24/2006 6:08 pm

The look... I had a problem w/ that very thing when I was in college. I never could read them right.

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