I was well and truly told off recently, and, as usual, I was (almost) completely innocent. The wife and I shopped the food section of a Wal-Mart store. As we worked our way across, I kept seeing a beautiful young couple – high-schoolers – 16.
I think that he was being led around by the…. hand. She never let go. They flitted here. They flitted there, never too close to us, but without a cart. I never saw them actually buy anything. Perhaps they were shoplifting. I don’t know where she would hide anything. She had pants that looked like they were sprayed on. They were so tight, even I had trouble breathing.
Above the waist she wore a strategically-placed collection of holes, held together with the legal minimum of thin fabric. Finally, they disappeared. We proceeded to the dairy section at the back, and stopped at a refrigerated cabinet at the end of the last aisle, that contained YOP drink, on sale.
I held one door open, so that the wife could choose her flavors. I stood sideways, out of her way, facing the last aisle. Suddenly, they were back, at a brisk walking pace, tight to the corner, with her to the inside. She almost stepped on the wife’s foot, and then thrust her pert young bosom, directly into my eye.
They never slowed down. She was in my field of vision for less than a half a second, but I savored the after-image. I didn’t have time to look, or leer, or ogle. In the reflection of the other door, I saw that they had stopped, just behind me, probably trying to figure out where Smyrna figs, or Everything Bagels, were.
Finally finished, the wife pushed the cart around the corner, into the aisle that they had just come from. She asked, “Was he talking to you?”
Did he say something?
It sounded like he said, Creepy old pervert.
Oh, did he now??! Almost definitely at her instigation. It’s a good thing I didn’t hear it, or I would have educated both of them about some facts of life. I’ll admit to “Old.” I can’t even chase cars any more, much less drive them. Like ‘Woke,’ creepy is in the mistaken eye of the beholder. Appreciating the image of a lissome, nubile, young female is not perverted. Perverted is appreciating the looks of her boyfriend. That would piss her off even more. 😮
I am sympathetic to the problem of sexual harassment, but I did not pursue! I did not stalk. I did not follow. I did not leer. I did not ogle. I did not comment. At most, I appreciated what she blatantly presented. If you don’t want that to happen, wear a burqa, or stay home. Otherwise, get used to it. Almost every non-LGBTQ male is going to look in appreciation.
One or both of them are going to have to learn better social interaction. If she urges him, and he complies, and says something like this to a guy in better fitness, but with less forgiveness, he stands a good chance of getting his pretty face rearranged. Just sayin’. 🙄
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