grayspike

I caught wolf-whistles from a carload of girls Wednesday.

Real life was becoming troublesome again, so their out-of-the-blue appraisal was refreshing relief. I dont get many of those. Whistled at by carloads of girls, I mean.

Even when I was young, packed, better looking and more deserving of lustful expressions I never got that reaction. At least not vocally. Much can be said with our eyes. Funny thing is I was just waiting to cross the street. I wasnt stylin' or anything.

Just sweating.

Since I was fully clothed, I also cant say that community standards were challenged through a complete body tan in public.

Except for shades, what I wore was unremarkable. My clothes werent tight. In fact those duds were billowy. Despite the humidity the folds in my clothes caught little breezes and flapped.

So those girls werent whooping at the Lizard King out there.

Maybe there is no reason or logic behind their gesture. Maybe they felt especially glad to be alive at that certain moment and needed an object to direct their joy upon.

And there I was looking large and in-charge. Surely as good as it was for them, I think it satisfied me more.