1:39 p.m. - 2008-03-18
Just shoot me now.
Don't wait for the really warm, nice weather. Shoot me now.

At least give me some knitting needles to poke my eyes out.

I shouldn't be complaining. After all, I went through hell to be able to see the same thing when I was in high school. Now.. now, they're shown in public! And I really, really do like cleavage... I mean... WOW! Who cares about the philosophical ramifications and rationale, boobies are great! Massive amounts of cleavage shown in public is great!

But how do I keep from tripping and falling from not looking where I'm going?

How do I keep from getting into trouble for sexual harrassment from just looking around?

Summer's coming soon, and that means Intern Season. The time of year when all those brand new high school graduates and college students ride the subway downtown with me everyday as we go off to work.

Flip-flops I can take.
Pants, with the waist below the hips I can take. (as long as a depiliatory is not required for civilized viewing)

Large... tracts of land... almost naked... acres of breast flesh... thrust into my field of vision... by tender, nubile young women...

Just poke my eyes out now.

In church.. CHURCH! I nice young woman who will be attending a prestigious institution of higher learning in the south was wearing a dress that put her delightful breasts on prominent display. Now she is no floozy. She's very sweet - even innocent. She sings in our choir. (As do I, which is how I know her) She's a choral scholar in our church.

So there they are on display. Very nice. Aaarrggghhh! Look away! Look away! That's *****, don't look there!

Avert your eyes!
Avert your eyes!
Avert your eyes!

And she is not the only one.
The other choral scholars (all young ladies) also dress in the latest fashion. And that means too much naked breast flesh is on display during rehearsals. The good side of this is that I'm improving my focus and concentration on reading my music. The bad side is that once we stop singing, I have no place to look without getting myself into trouble.

example1: two weeks ago, on our way home from rehearsal, The Wife asks, "Where did &*&*&*&* get that rack?" [note, &*&*&*&* is 15/16 and has developed what appears would easily fill a d cup or larger.

example2: in rehearsal last week, ^%^%^%^%^%^ appeared to be wearing layered t-shirts or something. "Whew." I thought. "No trouble tonight." ^%^%^%^%^%^% is also 15/16 or so. Her older sister was a choral scholar when she was in high school. I know their mother. They are all quite pretty. The youngest is growing up as pretty as her sister and mother. Still, it's quite disconcerting when, due to the way we're arranged for rehearsal, when I look up from my music, ^%^%^%^%^% is directly in my field of view. The first time I looked up from my music, I could not help but notice that ^%^%^%^%^% was not wearing "t-shirts". T-shirts have a collar that is round and comes up close to the neck. No cleavage is involved with a t-shirt. Although she was obviously wearing the layered-look, none of the layers had a round collar that came up to her neck. I really don't know what kind of neck they had because I was trying so hard not to look. In the split second between when I had looked up and when I had looked away (I hope it was just a split second and not minutes... it felt like minutes) my testosterone guided eyes zeroed in on the fact that ^%^%^%^%^% had in the last year developed from being a young adolescent with bumps on her chest to a young woman with full, supple breasts. I felt like such a pervert.

It's a good thing some of us go out for a drink after rehearsal. I really needed a drink.

There are only 4 choral scholars, and one cute, (female) college Music major (junior) in choir. I can concentrate on my music and the choir master. I can look away. I want to look away.

But on the subway, those young women will be out in public on their way to and from their jobs. They will fell that exposing three quarters of their chests is fine for office wear. I'm not really a dirty old man, but I will sure feel like one.

Everyday we have warm weather, and tomorrow is supposed to be up in the 70s, is a deal that portends to present to me acres of nubile, supple, young breast flesh...

Just shoot me.

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