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Shopping Boredom

I was bored.

They were shopping and I was joining the male-dominated club of looking like one of the store mannequins as we stood waiting, motionless in the clothing store. The store mannequins that exuded class and poise making us look like mere schmucks. Those fake, posed people capturing the shoppers' attention more than their living, breathing escorts.

Wandering outside the store into the mall proper, I made my way to the rail and peered down at the people below. I realized after a moment why many people might stare down from an upper level; I could see slightly down the blouses of the passing shoppers.

My boredom transformed to riveted enthusiasm. I found a new pattern to observe, document and classify. Beginning my comparative study, I readily embraced the task of documenting such important data points as: how many displayed skin, how much was actually visible, and how did the style of clothing relate to the amount of skin displayed.

I was so engrossed in sinking to new lows that at first I did not notice one of the pair of breasts... I mean eyes had taken to staring up at me. She had been walking like a cat stretching after a sunny noontime nap.

As she continued to saunter down the mall, her eyes never left mine. And the most amazing thing about that feat was those piercing eyes held me the entire length of the mall. Why amazing? I still to this day swear her head never moved, yet like an eerie painting or statue or clothing store mannequin, those eyes were always trained on mine.

Soon she was out of my line of sight, but the study had been swept from my mind, the breasts blasé compared to those eyes. A tap on my shoulder alerted me it was time to move to the next store.

With a backward glance, I closed my study marking it as undetermined. The idle thought I would need more funding and time to properly complete the research skipped along the outer fringes of my awareness. My focus more on a new body part, one that I hoped I'd get a chance to glimpse again one bored afternoon.

There is something to be said for being bored.

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