. . . or, if you prefer, the act of admiring whichever attractive women happen to be in your vicinity.
This pastime has the rather miraculous quality that, no matter how much I do it, it never gets boring or any less pleasurable than it was at age 14; a quality it shares with no other activity on the planet Earth.
Also, London, and especially the Camden Street Market on a warm Saturday afternoon, has the largest number of beautiful women of anyplace I’ve ever been. I almost dislocated my eyes from trying to look 360 degrees at once.
I think I’m coming back here every vacation from now on.
Montreal, during Jazz Fest 2010. There was a heat wave and the city seemed to lack capable airconditioning. The Women on the street wore as little as possible, I smile every time I think about those few days. I surely walked into a lamp post or parked car more than once but those memories are supplanted with images of short, sheer dresses and sure knowledge that there was nothing else on except sandals. Le Sigh.
FYI I am in Houston TX, bikini weather starts here in March or April and goes into October or later. I am quite used to the Gals wearing little but that summer in Montreal was extraordinary, I mean Wow. They wore little and most of it was see through. I have a big fat grin thinking about it right now.
European women, though, almost uniformly wear clothes shorter, tighter, or both than you’d ever see in Washington DC (my main standard of comparison).* Makeup too tends to be more brightly colored, especially nail polish: sky blue and pale green seem to be the fashions this year.
During a heat wave anyway - it’s been over 80 and nonstop sunshine almost every day since I’ve got here.
Girl watchin’ only gets better with age. The young girls look as good as they ever did. But the older girls start lookin’ a whole lot better. Now-a-days I see a pretty young thing and find myself wondering what her mom looks like.
You have to grade on a curve. As a Canadian, living my whole life in Saskatchewan, I have personally seen temperatures of 42 degrees Celcius and -53 degrees Celcius. An Arizonan may dispute whether the former is hot, but you don’t get much girl watching done during the latter.
We have a narrow window where flesh can be exposed without an official government warning about how long it will take to freeze.
Seriously? It was filled with flat-footed bus matrons in “ironic” t-shirts last March. (Maybe I should have gone to the area with the exclusive jewelry stores instead.)
Oh, man. Garish clown makeup? Shoot, I guess I stand corrected. All these women pretending they’re models to attract men pretending they have money don’t have anything on that.
