A Blog from the past...

Here is a blog from a webpage I used to keep up before "blogging" was a big deal.



September 01, 1999 2.11pm
I swear his legs were like peanut butter. . .
I noticed him when I walked back to the philosophy section. He was a couple of isles up and you couldn't help but to notice him because his shorts were SO short.  He had on a pair of tight spandex shorty-shorts. I don't know where the hell you'd get such a pair of pants for man, but he had found them. With that, he had on a plain white t-shirt. The t-shirt went down so far (or his shorts when UP so far) that only about a centimeter of spandex showed.
Well, he was slightly effeminate--nothing wrong with that--I'm not trying to be politically correct or incorrect, but stating the facts.  Whatever floats your boat. But, he walked back to the magazines where I ended up later on with my friends sitting one bench down checking out the art mags while he flipped through the fitness and sports mags.  He had his legs crossed and I noticed how SMOOTH they were. And I mean smooth... It took me a minute to realize that he had no hair on his legs--I knew they were peculiar, but when I finally realized that he had to take a razor to those babies I broke out in a big, cheesy grin.  And the more I looked, the more I thought... "I wonder if he waxes..."
But, as me and my friends walked out the door, we were commenting about his legs and I said "he had legs like peanut butter". My friends looked at me like he thought I was on another planet... But that was the perfect word for them. Smooth like peanut butter, you know how peanut butter gets a little shiny when its really smooth?
They were like that--and very,very tan. I swear he had legs like peanut butter . . .

 

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