The adolescent part of me that remains in my brain wrote this.
Heading down the block to my car, parked in a small lot at the end the street, I found myself walking behind an absolutely beautiful woman. She was 20-25 years my junior, dressed nicely, some would say a bit revealing, but dressed smartly.
The needle on my Walking Down the Street to My Car Lust-o-Meter pegged at 11 out of 10, much like the volume setting on that famous amplifier from the movie, This Is Spinal Tap. I wasn’t perving on her, but what do they say about men thinking about sex nineteen times a day? This woman was stunning.
It was then that the tattoo mural on her back started to come into focus. I had seen that mural before. Up close. Intimately. On two separate occasions. At two different gatherings where no one was dressed, except for small towel wraps for sitting on.
She was breathtaking when naked (and a rapt joy in bed), and now I could see from a different perspective, a first-time perspective, that as the girl-next-door on the street she was an absolute dream.
Somewhere inside my mind my past 14-year-old self high-fived the remaining adolescent portion of my adult brain… the same part of my brain that’s writing this.
Story Notes:
“I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” – It’s the punchline to a joke so old I don’t even know the joke itself, and it’s also a quote from a James Bond movie.
Of course it’s a quote from a James Bond movie. You just know it’s got to be a quote from a James Bond movie. (The Man with the Golden Gun, 1974)
PS- If you haven’t been through enough of my writing collection, sometimes I like to write whimsical pieces, cheeky, even sometimes humorous. This is one of those. Don’t take it too seriously, it’s supposed to be fun. Kind of like sex is supposed to be.
“Bonus points for being able to laugh at yourself once in a while… especially in bed. That helps make it fun!” — Me, in “What I Find Sexy”