Pretty Girls

Last night I went into the locker room after I finished with Captain Awesome. There was this young (college age) girl in there sitting on the bench checking her phone texts or something. I am not sure what she was checking because I was looking at her legs. My GOD they were gorgeous. Long...not skinny or body builder toned but that nice heft like a softball or soccer player has. And she was so tall so I swear her legs were as long as I was tall. And tan....she was a blond and had this gorgeous deep toasty tan. She was beautiful. Well...her legs were. I glanced at her face for context and I didn't wince so I think she was pretty enough but then I was back to her legs....wow. Magnificent. Seriously.

Why do I write this?

I write this because I am a straight woman with absolutely no disposition towards homo or bisexuality. Yet...I find myself enchanted by a gorgeous body (and that includes a woman). I share this because recently I have heard a number of men say they "get in trouble" if they so much as glance at another woman. Captain Awesome was telling me how his gf was cross with him yet again because a girl he knew that he hadn't seen in ages happened to run into his gf and tall his gf how she was lucky and CA was a good guy. GF comes home and gets upset at this. Apparently this other girl is pretty so it's even more upsetting (thank goodness I am a fat old lady or she may be bitching about me also). Anyway...

So I am drinking in this gal's legs and thinking how if I (as a straight woman) can truly appreciate such a beautiful form, I can't ever imagine getting mad at a guy (or my guy if and when I ever do get one) for looking at the same thing.

For goodness sakes, I would wonder if there was something wrong with him if he DIDN'T look.

That all being said, I would much rather be in a relationship where I could lean over and say, "Babe, check six....look at the rack on that one!" or "Look at those legs!" and share that appreciation of beauty with my mate/man. I look at men also and drink them in but I wanted to make the point in that you can look at something and really truly be captivated by it's beauty and not necessarily be wanting to jump it or screw it or fuck it to death. (Granted, I am sure men often do ponder that as well...I do with hot men I look at).  There is yet another woman I work with who has to be all of about 6'5". She is black and her skin looks like chocolate velvet. I am just enchanted with how even and perfect and soft and deep and dark it looks. Part of me just wants to run my finger down her arm to see what that gorgeous skin feels like under my touch. Do I want to fuck her? No. Do I want to get intimate with her? Not at all. The idea does nothing for me. But it's sort of like wanting to touch a beautiful fur or an Egyptian carving or a beautiful oil painting.  There is this intrinsic beauty that cries out to be experienced in the flesh and through all the senses.

I feel sorry for men who get barked at to "not look". I know I look ALL the time. And I think that's okay.

I just wanted to share that today because I was thinking about Long Legs Locker Room Girl and it sort of started to cascade into a mental ramble.

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