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Ohh..That's right...girls are soft.
Ohh..That's right...girls are soft. I'm a cook, I work in a kitchen all day long with other dudes in tight spaces and once a month I accidentally bump into one of them. Only one female server works there and we don't work on the same shifts. I've never had a girlfriend, don't have any female family members or friends who I'm on hugging terms with not that I do hugs anyway and I never break the touch barrier if I'm chatting up a lady. So my experience witn physical contact with the female gender is extremely limited. Which I never really thought about before because I'm so use to not touching a female body that you subconscious assume they're the same as a male body even though you know that they're different. (I don't know if that makes sense but it's the only way I can describe it ) Anyway, I haven't had skin to skin contact with a girl sense middle school. It wasn't sexual. I tapped on her arm to ask for a pencil. That was about 20 years ago. That was until yesterday. I was riding the bus because I'm doing well for myself. And sometimes you get a terrible bus driver who speeds because bus drivers in Detroit get a hour break everytime they finish their route. So this guy was speeding and all of a sudden slams on the break sending everyone snapping forward. Of course I was on my phone not paying attention and I smashed into this woman in front of me knocking her down. I apologized like a businessman who forgot to pay the mob their protection money and help her to her feet. She was cool about it but I quickly noticed how soft she felt. Which I knew but didn't expect. Which is to say I understood intellectually but wasn't ready for the reality if that makes any sense. After helping her up I felt like a creep for enjoying the sensation of her body so I stuck my headphones in my ears, turned on the most unsexy song on my playlist which was Slipknot's wait and bleed and stared at the floor until my stop. |
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I wonder if Ney ney from middle school still thinks about the magical time. I tapped the back of her arm? No...I'm sure she doesn't remember that I existed.
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It's fine. I'm used to it. Thanks for commenting.
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