It's a medium sized town. 40k-ish population before the students which likely bumps it up to mid 50k. I live near the college. My direct neighbors to the left and right are houses inhabited by nothing but college girls. I fixed ones scooter this week, she's nice and gave me beer in return. I like her, solid chick. Just earlier this evening I was tasked by the wife to go to the grocery store 2 blocks away for dinner items. Because of it's location this store is more expensive than some of the others in town. We go there just to fill in the cracks of supplies. But... This place. I've never gone in there and not cursed in a way at the amount of eye candy. It's fucking ridiculous. On this trip there was the epitome of Aryan female excellence and youth strolling around. Piercing blue eyes, lightly sun kissed skin, great physique, perfectly straight blonde hair, and a seemingly genuine smile when we were maneuvering around each other within the aisle.
It made me wish I was single and 20 once again instead of 36 and married. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife dearly. She still looks absolutely great. I've seen pictures of her around those years and can definitely say it was similar and out of my league.
I very much so appreciate beauty. It was profound enough to write about.
It's a medium sized town. 40k-ish population before the students which likely bumps it up to mid 50k. I live near the college. My direct neighbors to the left and right are houses inhabited by nothing but college girls. I fixed ones scooter this week, she's nice and gave me beer in return. I like her, solid chick. Just earlier this evening I was tasked by the wife to go to the grocery store 2 blocks away for dinner items. Because of it's location this store is more expensive than some of the others in town. We go there just to fill in the cracks of supplies. But... This place. I've never gone in there and not cursed in a way at the amount of eye candy. It's fucking ridiculous. On this trip there was the epitome of Aryan female excellence and youth strolling around. Piercing blue eyes, lightly sun kissed skin, great physique, perfectly straight blonde hair, and a seemingly genuine smile when we were maneuvering around each other within the aisle.
It made me wish I was single and 20 once again instead of 36 and married. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife dearly. She still looks absolutely great. I've seen pictures of her around those years and can definitely say it was similar and out of my league.
I very much so appreciate beauty. It was profound enough to write about.
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