A Day in the Life of ChrisDickson: Is Chris a Creep...?
"Ha! As we get older, we guys get more desirable. You women just get old..." Christopher Dickson II
Every weekday, I have to commute all the way to Santa Monica for work. There are two routes that I take depending on when I leave, or if I stop at my grandmother's house to take a shower if I workout at 5am since she lives virtually around the corner from the gym. If I take the route that takes me across Centinela Avenue west of La Tierja, it is the path that causes an ongoing internal moral conflict.
As I am heading west on Centinela past a small street called Alvern, there is a huge complex of luxury apartments that goes all the way to the street Shenandoah. At the northwest corner of Centinela and Shenandoah, there is a Metro bus stop. If I pass that intersection at about 7:10am on a weekday, I see someone waiting for the bus. This someone has caused me to evaluate this situation.
She is rather tall. I'd say she is five feet, nine inches. I have a weird thing for tall women, which is ironic since I'm merely 5-10. She has long, beautiful hair, skin that is middle brown, a slender, but not skinny frame, and one of the prettiest creatures I have ever seen. The problem? She is waiting to catch the bus to attend high school.
How do I know she is in high school? Well I have programmed myself, while being a man, to detect when a girl is not of age. At this age, 26, I'm rarely into females that are more than three years younger than me. It's organic, however. If a 19 year old girl had the right stuff, so be it. But that's not happening. Naturally I peep out girls just from being heterosexual. But when I detect that she is underage, I immediately delete her in mind as being a woman that is up for the taking. Girls do nothing for me, and it is against the law. I know when a girl is underage by the way she carries herself, mostly. However, a dead giveaway is her walk. Girls walk differently than women. I swear, believe me. I cannot really describe it, though. Women seem to walk in a more polished way, for lack of a better term.
When I first saw this girl, I noticed her beauty before I finally put up the red flag. But this time, it didn't end immediately. I literally said to myself aloud in the car, "Damn! I hope I run into her in about 10 years from now." I would agree that a guy can identify a girl or woman of any age as beautiful without pursuing or thinking of her in a sexual-romantic way. In this case, my guess is that she is no younger than 15, but is most likely 16 or 17. I doubt that she is over 17, though it is possible. From they way she looks now, she is going to be absolutely devastating when she is in her mid twenties, in which I hope I run into her at that point when I'm 36 (still relatively young) and she's around 25 (perfect woman age in my humble opinion), though I certainly won't. I mean she could be on the path to being a model, literally.
Once I processed her as being underage, I've never once thought about pursuing her, neither do I ever think of her in any kind of way other than she's that cute girl at the bus stop that I see on the way to work once in a while. However, I have to keep asking myself if I am a creep for even saying a 16 year old girl is cute and hope we cross paths in 10 years. I do realize that I graduated from a school that employed Clyde Turner and Cyrus Javaheri and Tina Dezerne. But all jokes aside, I have determined that I am not a creep, based on my thoughts about this situation and my past and current behavior.
What do you think?
Every weekday, I have to commute all the way to Santa Monica for work. There are two routes that I take depending on when I leave, or if I stop at my grandmother's house to take a shower if I workout at 5am since she lives virtually around the corner from the gym. If I take the route that takes me across Centinela Avenue west of La Tierja, it is the path that causes an ongoing internal moral conflict.
As I am heading west on Centinela past a small street called Alvern, there is a huge complex of luxury apartments that goes all the way to the street Shenandoah. At the northwest corner of Centinela and Shenandoah, there is a Metro bus stop. If I pass that intersection at about 7:10am on a weekday, I see someone waiting for the bus. This someone has caused me to evaluate this situation.
She is rather tall. I'd say she is five feet, nine inches. I have a weird thing for tall women, which is ironic since I'm merely 5-10. She has long, beautiful hair, skin that is middle brown, a slender, but not skinny frame, and one of the prettiest creatures I have ever seen. The problem? She is waiting to catch the bus to attend high school.
How do I know she is in high school? Well I have programmed myself, while being a man, to detect when a girl is not of age. At this age, 26, I'm rarely into females that are more than three years younger than me. It's organic, however. If a 19 year old girl had the right stuff, so be it. But that's not happening. Naturally I peep out girls just from being heterosexual. But when I detect that she is underage, I immediately delete her in mind as being a woman that is up for the taking. Girls do nothing for me, and it is against the law. I know when a girl is underage by the way she carries herself, mostly. However, a dead giveaway is her walk. Girls walk differently than women. I swear, believe me. I cannot really describe it, though. Women seem to walk in a more polished way, for lack of a better term.
When I first saw this girl, I noticed her beauty before I finally put up the red flag. But this time, it didn't end immediately. I literally said to myself aloud in the car, "Damn! I hope I run into her in about 10 years from now." I would agree that a guy can identify a girl or woman of any age as beautiful without pursuing or thinking of her in a sexual-romantic way. In this case, my guess is that she is no younger than 15, but is most likely 16 or 17. I doubt that she is over 17, though it is possible. From they way she looks now, she is going to be absolutely devastating when she is in her mid twenties, in which I hope I run into her at that point when I'm 36 (still relatively young) and she's around 25 (perfect woman age in my humble opinion), though I certainly won't. I mean she could be on the path to being a model, literally.
Once I processed her as being underage, I've never once thought about pursuing her, neither do I ever think of her in any kind of way other than she's that cute girl at the bus stop that I see on the way to work once in a while. However, I have to keep asking myself if I am a creep for even saying a 16 year old girl is cute and hope we cross paths in 10 years. I do realize that I graduated from a school that employed Clyde Turner and Cyrus Javaheri and Tina Dezerne. But all jokes aside, I have determined that I am not a creep, based on my thoughts about this situation and my past and current behavior.
What do you think?
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