I had to smile today when I left the office and noticed several dozen extremely fit, extremely beautiful, young (legally so), skimpily-clad coeds milling around the campus mall. I noticed that they were all young women – not a boy in sight – which struck me as odd until I realized that they were there for an orientation of the WSU Greek System. Yes folks, I’d walked into a mass of future sorority girls. And I couldn’t help but smile from ear-to-ear as I made my way through the crowds toward the parking garage.
No, I’ve not discovered some once-hidden desire to experiment with my sexual identity. It’s just that once we moved to the Palouse, I learned how to be a good wife; which means I can now spot a ‘hot chick’ at a hundred paces. Only now, I can’t point her out to my husband. (Who loved it when I would direct his attention to a hot coed.)
When we first moved to the Palouse, it was because I was offered a great job at the university that would allow me to work toward my master’s on a part-time basis. It was all very short notice so we ended up getting a small apartment near campus. In fact, it was near the student recreation center where the most in-shape of all the fit students could be found milling about throughout the day. And they wore next to nothing. I mean, I wear more to the beach than most of today’s students wear to class!
Anyhow, in addition to the move bringing new scenery, it also prompted us to finally get Paul a drivers’ license because – unlike Seattle or Edinburgh – there was no public transportation and walking wasn’t an option in such a sprawled-out community. So all of the sudden you’ve got this new driver who is unaccustomed to seeing so much flesh (because let’s face it, the weather in Scotland wasn’t conducive to such non-wardrobes) driving past a bunch of hot chicks on a daily basis. It could get scary when he’d turn to look. And I don’t blame him – I found myself looking, too. (My looking was out of shock and jealously.)
Eventually, I just did the driving around campus. And he took in the views. And over time, I grew accustomed to pointing out ladies who were wearing next-to-nothing. (Really? Can you call them ladies the way they’re dressed?)
And so, when I left the office today and was greeted by swarms and swarms of future sorority girls, I couldn’t help but think of Paul. And of how much he would have loved the sight. It just made me smile.
So when you see some incredible gorgeous, hot, young (but legally so), fit chick, think of Paul. And if your wife gets mad at you for looking, just tell her you are looking in honour of your friend. After all, he would do the same for you!
NOTE: The photo isn’t a fair representation, I know. But I didn’t have a photo of any of the hot chicks and don’t like to use photos that I don’t have permission to use. So, just pretend that I’m almost as hot as the hot coeds. (And if you don’t think I am, be nice and don’t tell me. Let me live in my fantasy world.)