don't think twice, it's all right

so, i'm sitting in this little coffee place reading a book i've already read a dozen times, listening to the people across from me. this old fart, one of the ones who's all gestures and fluff (no substance) telling his son about supporting our troops and his son is wearing a shirt that says "teens against tobacco use". i made a mental note to have a shirt designed that says "tobacco saves lives" and wear it to church, when this girl walks in. a hell of a woman really.

sex doesn't interest me much these days, but i still like to look (flesh like sculpture) and i was looking at her ass.

a moment or two goes by and she sees me looking, and then, real hard she gives me one of those "men are pigs" looks, so i stand up and walk right on over.

"what was that all about?"
"what?"
"that look."
"you were staring at me like some pervert."
"now, listen here, sit down." she did. "i was starin'. pretty hard. you look good. but let's be honest with each other here, if it was the right guy staring at you, it wouldn't bother you so much, now would it?"
"of course not."
"but how do you know i'm not the right guy? you don't even know me. but, then, maybe you only like boys with blond hair, or green eyes and i don't have blond hair or green eyes. that's about all you know about me. so what you're telling me is that you base your judgements of a human being on the color of their hair, or the color of their eyes, skin. that seems pretty shallow to me. what do you think?
"i guess so. that's not really what i meant when i glared at you."
"of course not, but isn't it best to think before glaring? you might frighten off the right guy."
"i supppose so. sorry i glared at you."
"don't think twice, it's all right."

i walked out. she hadn't gotten the reference. god's a strange fucker. gives 'em the good legs and the intellectual curiosity of a sack of rocks. i just wanted to finish my book, really.

2003-04-26 | 11:30 a.m.
0 comments so far