Haha! That's alright. Even if I was there, it's not like I would've done anything.
Besides, I'm content with just looking at women.
Well, staring's more like it.
And then getting caught staring.
And then realizing that it's probably making her uncomfortable.
And then abruptly looking away trying to make it seem like a passing glance.
And then realizing that:
a) it didn't work,
b) that she knows I really am staring at her,
and
c) that I've solidified my image, in the eyes of one more lovely young thing, as a creepy, creepy young man.
But anyway, yes, I am a squalog, and yes, I must go back. Kiss kiss dahling!