Why spring is good
Oh beautiful
For flowy skirts
Bare legs and rings on toes
For strappy flirty sandal heels
And navel baring clothes…
Favorite thing about spring: Women start looking like women again.
It's a lovely thing to see on my morning trek through professional SF (and past Gap, Inc. HQ). With the weather shifting from ark-appropriate rain to sunscreen-required 70's and sunny, women have unleashed much pent-up desire to be cute. And I thank them, for they succeed at bringing the breezy summer sexiness.
And it's not just the professional folk. I walk the Embarcadero, a common jogging route, on my way to the ferry terminal after work. And just as I find it warm enough to row in my mere uni and t-shirt by the middle of practice these mornings, so are many of the athletic ladies of SF down to a sports bra and shorts for their evening runs. And I thank the girls with muscles for not being shy about being beautiful.
I have a robust appreciation for women. I can find something beautiful about almost any woman I meet. This doesn't mean I don't appreciate them as people, it just means I do appreciate them for being lovely. I'm sure those who know me well will back me up on this: I'm not a perv, I'm a fan. An enthusiastic fan.
For flowy skirts
Bare legs and rings on toes
For strappy flirty sandal heels
And navel baring clothes…
Favorite thing about spring: Women start looking like women again.
It's a lovely thing to see on my morning trek through professional SF (and past Gap, Inc. HQ). With the weather shifting from ark-appropriate rain to sunscreen-required 70's and sunny, women have unleashed much pent-up desire to be cute. And I thank them, for they succeed at bringing the breezy summer sexiness.
And it's not just the professional folk. I walk the Embarcadero, a common jogging route, on my way to the ferry terminal after work. And just as I find it warm enough to row in my mere uni and t-shirt by the middle of practice these mornings, so are many of the athletic ladies of SF down to a sports bra and shorts for their evening runs. And I thank the girls with muscles for not being shy about being beautiful.
I have a robust appreciation for women. I can find something beautiful about almost any woman I meet. This doesn't mean I don't appreciate them as people, it just means I do appreciate them for being lovely. I'm sure those who know me well will back me up on this: I'm not a perv, I'm a fan. An enthusiastic fan.
posted by Kenneth at 9:36 AM
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