Monday, June 28, 2010

The thighs have it

They say macho hayana pazia. And I think this is especially so with men's eyes. No matter how much they see, they never shiba. After being caught staring a significant number of times, mouth agape and all, I thought it better for my own well-being to not look so much. To be making a conscious effort not to look. Effort which as it turns out, needs to be herculean. It's like the head has a mind of its own, and it shall not be denied. You find yourself doing serious battle, trying to prevent the neck muscles from behaving in such a manner as to move your head towards the object of interest.

You're seated down innocently one minute, minding your own business, and all of a sudden you start to feel those pesky neck muscles contracting. You know what this means but you're somewhat bewildered because there is nothing in your line of sight to cause parts of your body to react this way. But you soon realise that peripheral vision is not just some medical mambo jumbo. There, out of the corner of your eye, are thighs. Belonging to some lovely lady who on this fine day has chosen to wear a lovely skirt. One which when she's seated, as one typically does when seats are available, appears much shorter than it really is.

You try to peel your eyes back, but like magnets, they keep snapping back to the right. Panic starts to set in. You move your head a suitable amount of degrees away from her direction. Try to look at some random thing on this other side. But this is going to be one of those losing battles. These thighs are those ones sometimes referred to as yellow yellow. Zinametameta. And eyes, as everyone knows, tend to move towards shiny objects. Well, I'm not quite sure if this is experimentally proven, but it's going to be my defense today.


Blogger aJamaa said...

I always get scared of getting caught. So put great effort into only staring when she cant see me. But I cant help but wonder if my visual appreciation is not the right thing to do in such circumstances.

The way I see it, women are beautiful and appreciating them visually is a harmless treat, just like stepping out to bask in the warm sun, taking a deep breath of fresh air, a nice stretch after being cramped up for some time, a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day et al. I also justify myself by convincing myself that she may actually want me to look or at a minimum not mind me looking. Think about the amount of time she spent looking for that skirt or low cut top that is just the perfect fit for her lovely form. Think about what she must have been thinking when she looked at herself in the mirror in the outfit. Thoughts like 'Wata ni cheki' must have crossed her mind and even if I am not part of the audience intended to enjoy the show she is going to put up, to step out in the outfit she must decide that my looking is not the worst thing in the world.

So me says, as long as you do not make her or yourself uncomfortable, go ahead and steal a few glances its a small harmless pleasure.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010 1:31:00 PM  
Blogger Dede said...

Are you brilliant or what! The thighs for sure have it. Though that only happens with strangers and never with the chick you are with except if she's your 'mpango wa kando'. How come the thighs of your regular squeeze never elicit such neck muscle apasms? How come? I mean you could be waiting for her in tao & the moment she strolls into the joint some guys are literally imagining what it would be like to grab that while whats ringing in your mind is not to forget to tell her how lovely she looks as you had forgotten last time when she spent the whole day in the salon. Do you know any dude who has had a chick for more than a month and can say she makes his heart race when they sit next to each other? ya ukweli?

Tuesday, June 29, 2010 7:53:00 PM  

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