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atonement
It's Yom Kippur, and I'm not Jewish, but I probably have plenty to atone for, so please forgive me! (And happy 5766!) This urge to confess fits right into the "this woman or that one is pretty hot" theme of recent posts. Which reminds me: Last weekend Eleanor and I went to the Farmers Market in MPLS. It was cool n' stuff. So I'm about to schlep the stroller down some steps at the end of one of the rows when I pause for just a half second too long. A woman standing there says, "Oh, do you need help getting that down the stairs?"
"No," I say. "That bead jewelry just gave me pause."
"Oh!" she says. "I'll get out of the way and let you look."
Awww, man. It wasn't beads. It was breasts. Some pretty young woman in another part of the display of stuff for sale had just reached down to get something and the complex interplay of her low top is what gave me pause. And I got totally caught by the woman selling her wares, though she put the best construction on my actions. (an excellent example of Luther's explanation of the 8th commandment)
Beads. Sheesh. Everyone gets what they deserve.
"No," I say. "That bead jewelry just gave me pause."
"Oh!" she says. "I'll get out of the way and let you look."
Awww, man. It wasn't beads. It was breasts. Some pretty young woman in another part of the display of stuff for sale had just reached down to get something and the complex interplay of her low top is what gave me pause. And I got totally caught by the woman selling her wares, though she put the best construction on my actions. (an excellent example of Luther's explanation of the 8th commandment)
Beads. Sheesh. Everyone gets what they deserve.
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complex interplay of her low top? hee hee...I'm totally using this euphamism from here on out...
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