that is what motivating this post. I don't have my own personal PC in Edinburgh so i am blogging from a computer lab. There is guy next to me who decided to secretly eat an orange by peeling it under the desk - too bad the citrus smell is overwhelming the near vicinity. At first when i looked at him i thought he was doing something dirty down there. Dirty thoughts are all that seem to appear in my brain.
I was talking to my sexually confused roommate (she likes girls but it's hard for her to fully admit it - especially to herself) about the spectrum of sexuality. I definitely believe that it's possible for people to fall in love for the sex they are not dominantly attracted to - but i think the occurrence is rare and shouldn't be counted on (or hoped for). So i was telling her how i consider myself heterosexual but i noticed that i check out other girls' chests a lot. Today i noticed i moved form boobs to legs - a perfect pair of legs is hard to find - Pushkin worth some verse about it. Anyway, i feel a bit like a perve, writing about this. I don't think my fascination is sexual, it's more wishful thinking for myself - but who knows - i'm not envious of the boobs, but get quite dreamy when i see a pair of perfectly sculpted legs, they are harder to come by then one would think.
I will now stop with this rubbish and go eat.
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