a mild pervert. written 8/16/09

this was the first of several short essays i've started writing. most have been written while under the influence of alcohol and I believe they are horribly written in every respect. I've decided when I have several written i'll collect them in something I want to title, A collection of horribly written essays by a young pervert. perhaps i will go back and develop them at some point, but for now here is the first. unedited. mostly.


i stare at women everywhere (this morning I woke up around 5am and got ready to make an 835am flight to san diego from SF). I love airports. You see all types of women. Not many but a few. Young, old, teens & 20 somethings. Now I'm not a pedophile but i've caught myself looking at teens- i'm 22 and it wasn't too long ago that I myself was still in my teens so Its seems completely appropriate to throw a glance their way. 16 is the cut off though-- As i sat in the terminal waiting to board my flight a mother and her 2 two teenage daughters paced towards me. The 2 girls, her daughters I assumed, wore cut-off shorts--their Daisy Dukes--and I watched as they made their way towards me. I watched them as they passed and left my sight.
A couple of minutes after the teenage girls and their mother walked my I spotted a gorgeous brunette with thick glasses--not frames, but lenses--and she wore them well. Her hair was wavy, crunched almost. She wore a jean jacket with a blue one-piece skirt. At the end of her skirt stood her thighs. Not extraordinarily thick but the way she walked accentuated each thigh. These were the thighs I wished to see on the teens' Daisy Dukes. She even wore the boots to top off the outfit. Once she walked passed me my eyes drew to her buttocks. She was fit so I imagined what it looked like. This, of course, differed from what i wanted it to look like under there. There were plenty of attractive women at the airport and i imagined the same thing yet prefer to picture them as I want, not how my imagination conjures them up.