Preteen Sex Symbols?
I went to a nearby mall for lunch. I had time to kill, so I walked around the mall for a bit before heading back to work. While there I saw dozens of preteen girls in pairs and groups. For a short bit, I was behind two girls that must have been between 10 and 12 years old. Each of them had a small pink bag with gold lettering on the bags that proclaimed “Victoria’s Secret”. I was wondering what kind of items they would buy at such a store at their age. I was hoping for skin cream, maybe lip stick, or a gift for their mothers. I wasn’t sure until one of them dug her hand into her bag and pulled out a skimpy thong. I thought, “No way that’s for her.” as she proclaimed, “Look what I bought! Do you think my boyfriend will like it?”
YIKES!!!
Boyfriend at 10? Ok. I can handle that. Showing your underwear to your boyfriend at 10? That’s just plain wrong. Showing your thong to another guy at 10 years old is probably criminal in most states. I was so amazed that I missed a few steps and almost ran into an old lady with a walker. I recovered in time, apologized to the lady for cutting in her path, and stepped aside.
I lost the girls in the crowd, but I’m glad. I didn’t want to know what else they had bought. Knowing that one of them owned a thong was bad. Knowing that one of them was going to wear it worse. Knowing that she planning on showing it to her boyfriend was downright repulsive!
After that little experience, I took the eye candy that was around the mall in a different light. If I saw a good looking woman, I’d double-check to make sure she wasn’t a preteen sex symbol that I was ogling before continueing to admire the show. I’ve always wanted a son so that we could do Little League, Boy Scouts, hockey, camping, etc. together. After today, I’ve decided that I really want a boy, not a girl. At least my son (hopefully) won’t be showing his thong off to his boyfriend when he’s 10. If he does… well… let’s hope that doesn’t happen… or if it does, let’s hope that I don’t find out.
Pseudo-Friday
Today is my last day of “work” for this week. I’m taking the next two days off to start moving into a new house. This means that I probably won’t be blogging Thursday or Friday. I’ll see what I can do in the evenings, but no promises. You’ll live without me for a few days.
I’m mentally and emotionally drained right now. I keep imagining all of the things that could possibly go wrong with the closing of the house, getting the loan finalized, the condition of the house when we close, and all that good stuff. I’m really looking forward to picking up heavy things and moving them from one place to another. The physical exertion and exhaustion that comes with moving will be a pleasant release for all of the pent up tension that I’m feeling right now. I really need a massage, but I can’t afford that right now. Not to mention that all of the efforts of the masseuse would just go to waste since I’m going to be moving all weekend.
I’m just glad that I’m going to have lots of friends showing up to help me move. There may be a few too many people showing up. I’m afraid that we’ll have so many people moving that they will all get in each others’ way while we’re doing the dance steps that come with moving large items. I think we’ll all do ok, though. It shouldn’t be a big deal. I’d rather have too much help than not enough.
One of the problems that I forsee is not having enough stuff packed up and ready to go. We haven’t packed anything yet because we’re trying to keep the house in “showing condition.” That will all change tomorrow as we pack, move, and shuffle things around. We won’t turn anyone away from looking at the house, but they’ll have to ignore the mess that always comes with packing and moving.
Sorry about rambling on about moving and stuff, but that’s what’s on my mind lately. Maybe after we get the move done, my blogs will turn to other topics. I don’t know what just yet, but we’ll see.
