I’m living in Covington now and this past Sunday morning, I went for a walk and decided to sit down on one of these benches in front of Walgreen’s on Madison Avenue. I’m a people watcher and I was having a good time just minding my own business and doing that.
A thin young woman with dark hair sat down on the bench beside me. She was wearing a shirt that was mostly open. I noticed that right off but I wasn’t staring.
Looking through the corner of my eye, the woman started going through her purse. She seemed frustrated.
“Hey, man, do you have an extra cigarette?” she asked.
I looked over at her. She still was looking through that purse with her breasts bouncing in the process. I mean there they were, how could I not notice?
I gave her a cigarette, then she wanted a light. I provided that too.
As I lit up her smoke, I attempted to focus in on that, not wanting to glance down at her—you know what I’m saying. Thankfully, she got up and resumed her walk down the sidewalk.
I try really hard not to be a dirty old man. I don’t know if being 57 makes me old but let’s assume it does. I may be old but I still have eyes and bouncing breasts on women is something I’m going to notice. I’m a human male.
What the point of this is I’m not sure. I guess it’s if you’re a young woman who wants to wear her shirt open and have bouncing breasts to go along with it, please don’t sit next to me on a bus bench. I don’t want to feel guilty for looking.
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