Old Guy Tricks
I notice today, my ability to hear is inversely proportionate to the expanse of the cashier
‘s cleavage. I guess I’m not looking at her lips. And I’m not turning my good ear entirely her way. Now that I’ve noticed this; I’ll have to check if I try for leans forward & repeats. I had no problem with the guy at the Bodega this morning. The brown-skinned cashier at the bank with the cafe au lait rolling praries and the red-head with freckled bonny braes at the coffee bar
had to holler to make themselves understood.
6/29 Update. I’m definitely a COG… Dash into Kohls last night while talking with a friend via the phone bud in my good ear. The cashier is a lovely girl, but she is little Miss 5×5 in a high neck blouse and I have no problem whatsoever understanding her and the woman on the other end of the phone remarks “guess she wasn’t much of a looker” .
I check my sex appeal
by shooting myself in the foot- an inane comment is the litmus test.
If she chuckles, I’m a harmless old guy.
If she shrinks back, I’m just weird, but I might have been interesting.
I’m like a dog chasing a bus, don’t really want to catch it so this toe in the water works.
I scout what the people, on the train, are reading.
Until I saw the SNL Mother’s Day
skit, I thought there was a female surge in Civil War
lit. Shades of Gray indeed, one woman’s Victorian
Romantic fantasy is gel shot picnics, another’s is a rattan spanking.
OR with my luck………..
Watching Her Walk in Her Sexual Power seems to suggest that a woman showing off her stuff is empowering if not an actual victory…
But if Nathan Graziano notices a woman from Yoga Pants Nation strutting her stuff he’s a pervert, or maybe just confused.