A secret from the road: Listen up girls and don't be surprised if your boyfriend/husband comes home with his Prius lifted 6 feet off the ground after reading this.
Pervy, I know, but just speaking the truth. Ladies, when sitting in traffic around L.A. do you ever get the feeling you being watched? I know, of course it's frickin L.A. But you think, "that giant white truck next to me is blocking any voyuer's view." Well on those warm summer days when your trendy skirt has shifted up a bit too high someone is looking down on you. Yep.
We are always checking you out and you know this.
I once had stopped for lunch with PT Cruiser (see ... and run post) at Tere's Mexican grill. A fine establishment I must say. PT had just introduced me to two other set dressers. These two hopped into their 5 ton parked right in front of Tere's. As they pulled away from the curb I could tell their turn was to tight and the tail of their truck was aimed to collide with 4 newspaper dispensers. I lept from my chair as if to warn them, but bam, bam, bam, bam. They made contact with all 4, then drove away. The dispensers all had a nice lean to them now and their truck had but one scratch added to the many before. Later PT saw one of these guys and asked what was the deal with the careless driving. The reply was simple, "we were checking out a chick across the street." Now if you drive by Tere's and you feel like picking up an L.A.
Express (more foreshadowing), there are none there. The dispensers have been removed.
We love you ladies, and all your parts. At any age, we don't care, you are always on our mind.
My wife and I were recently enjoying a calm afternoon in the park with our Great Swiss Mountain (more Rottweiler than anything, but for insurance reasons she is a Swissy) dog, Beatrice. She, Beatrice, had acquired a new friend, Asher. Asher is a high-energy, super cute 4 year old boy. After running Bea to exhaustion, he sat petting her. Inquisitive, as I would assume most 4 year olds are, he lifted her tail, twisted his neck to get a better look and then asked "is that her bagina (4 year old pronunciation)?" I searched my cat sized brain for an appropriate answer... nothing. He asked again, "Is that her bagina?". His 9 year old sister stood close by with a blank look. He asked again, and I can understand his lack of certainty. My dog has what I like to refer to as a furry bean. My wife hates this term. Finally Asher's mom, sitting close by said "yes, but those are her privates, that's enough Asher". Then innocently he stated what most men (and a few women) would like to say on a beautiful Saturday in the park, "I like baginas."
See Asher, this guy in west LA loves bagina and isn't afraid to tell everyone.