One question for all you southern gents. Whats with the boobie ogling? I mean really, I havent had one man look me in the face since I crossed the Misissippi. If someone of the male persuation looked me in the eye at this point, I’d bet money he was gay or under the age of 10! What is hysterical to me is that im not what one would consider well endowed in this department, so my first reaction is to look down and see if I spilled something on my shirt! Grin. Ive done that more than once then of course I have to try to keep a straight face….not that the men would notice mind you. I may have to employ one of my all time favorite lines : “wake up gals he’s talking to ya!” said after giving both a good lift toward the oogler. Ogling must be a finer art in Ca. Cant say as my boobinis garnered much noticeable attention out there. I guess I better get some sun too, Tim and I are down right ghostly compared to everyone we meet out here. The Goth phenomenon obviously isn’t going to take off in this town. But to my great surprise madras print is still being worn with pride in these here parts. I think I saw docksiders and a polo shirt as well. I couldn’t be sure though as the collar was flipped down. So much to learn….giggle.
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