Any time a female walks across the yard it’s an event, like a sexy alien is suddenly in our presence. Everyone cranes their necks for a look, and half stop what they’re doing to stare. In the weight pit, dude literally paused mid-rep to talk about what he’d do to “dat ass.” He wasn’t the only one to offer some explicit commentary under his breath. Some creeps make such a show of gawking that I’m surprised they don’t start barking like dogs; I wanna tell others to chill out before they drag the poor counselor/psych/teacher behind a bush. It can be a rapey vibe, fersure.
This isn’t to say I don’t enjoy catching a glimpse myself (while planning our lives together in my head). I just try to be more restrained. It’s also a nice reminder how good girls smell, especially amidst the constant stench of armpit and farts.
Easy Trouble 