For a not-gay-man, I really do love to see it when a woman knows how to put herself together, and not in the “so I can remove those clothes in my mind” way. There’s just something about seeing someone make the effort and get fabulous results that appeals to me in the same way that a Blue Note album cover does - it’s purely aesthetic. Christina can testify to this, as I will go off on her friend’s eyebrows at the drop of a hat - they’re that perfect.
So, I get on the elevator a few moments ago after getting Work Fuel at the ‘Bucks downstairs and this woman steps on. She’s not thin or particularly large, but she’s got a few curves and her outfit really makes her pop in the right way. I look at her suit and the way her hair is cut and even her shoes and go “Wow, she knows how to accent what she’s got.” She catches me looking at the pinstripes on her skirt right as I sip on my iced coffee through the straw like Tommy Lee Jones slumming as a serial killer in an Ashley Judd thriller. She sniffs at me and gives me a look that can best be described as wasp-ish. Thankfully, the bell tolls so I can make a rapid escape and avoid her glare’s harshness.
So, if you hear about the Elevator Pervert at 10 High Street, it’s me. Hi. I’ll be registering with the state soon enough, don’t worry.
Top ten records coming down the pipe tonight and I’ll be reviewing comics again in order to prove I’m still a huge nerd.
