I'm Obsessed ...
With people watching. No I don't lurk outside windows or even own a telescope or binoculars. Hell half the time I can barely see. I not a peeping Tom no matter what my neighbors might tell you. No, I just observe people in their natural habitats. Maybe I should be an Anthropologist. I did get an A in the class. Yeah I rock ass. {Side note: I'm back in school so I'm no longer the ass.}
I don't know if it's the writer in me that has me interested in people and how they behave when no one's watching. But it's something I've always done and trust me it's hella fun.
Take for instance last Tuesday when I was on the A train after collecting a student copy of my transcript from my old college so I could go argue with the twits at my new college who didn't transfer certain important credits. Just imagine those asses giving me credit for an advanced English course, but not the basic English courses and now expecting me to go back and do them all over again. Yeah right. Like English courses would be something I'd have to repeat.
Anyway, so I'm sitting on the A train, or maybe the B train or it could have been the #3 train, not sure. I was running all over that day. So I'm sitting on the train and this guy's sitting opposite me next to this nubile young thing. He seems harmless enough. 50ish, dressed in black slacks and a loose black cotton shirt, those slip on sandals on his feet.
But then the girl got up to get off the train and suddenly regular old man becomes Pervy Pervison. I swear to god it was like watching Mystique suddenly shapeshift into Wolverine. The guy went from sleepy old man to drooling perv in .2secs. His eyes locked on to her ass first as he watched her stand, then when she stood by the door waiting for the train to stop they zoned in for the kill. I swear to god I thought her shirt was going to burn off he was staring at her breasts so intently.
And it's not like he was doing it undercover or anything. He wasn't peeking out of the corner of his eyes or giving them a glance or two. It was like he was a finalist in a staring contest. For about thirty full seconds his eyes locked on to her breasts and did not stray. I was waiting for him to lick his lips. It was utterly disgusting. Especially considering that he was old enough to be the girl's grandfather.
I sat there watching him, disgust curling in my stomach and I looked around to see if anyone else was seeing the graphically grotesque display that old perv was putting on. Alas no. I'd forgotten where I was for a moment. This is NY. No one cares. Which normally is a great thing for me cause half the time I don't care either. But people watching is my hobby and it always sucks when you're seeing something outrageous and no one else seems to be interested.
Like the time I was on the N train returning home after doing a drug test. I won't elaborate on why right now, that's an article that's been long in the writing and hopefully I'll finish it one day before I die. {Which by the way I anticipate to happen around my 30th birthday. I don't think I'm going to live to get old and for some reason I think that in all my past lives I've died young.}
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