The naughty side of things

Sometimes I see things.
I am an observer, an analyst, not a peeper or a creep (I think?).

There is a particular evening that was more wild than others. It was on this night that I observed 'her'.

She's blonde and in her mid 20's. My first impression, thinking back now, was that I thought she was attractive and that her confidence was kind of cool. Then I watched her over the months.

She made us notice her during the summer when she was blatantly suggestive/flirtatious with my co-worker and I. It's an accident when a woman's chest (hers is, well very large) rubs up against me and my co-worker once, but it has happened almost a dozen times now. It's totally NOT a turn on for either of us.

Add to this 'rubbing' her stares that remind me of those Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom episodes in the 70's where the hungry tiger is watching the gazelle on the prairie and is sneaking toward the prey with razor sharp claws at the ready to pounce and devour.

The icing on the cake has been in observing who she winds up with. This kind of makes me question why she sets her sights on me and the co-worker... since the guys are pretty much troglodytes.

Recently, she used her breasts in a very public display of distraction for a group of goofy intoxicated moronic fellas. Not only were they exposed but there was an incident where the slurring idiot whom she shot down earlier in the evening was invited to 'motor boat' her. I'm kind of giddy actually to be able to use the term on my blog.

My co-worker put an end to it with a stare of disapproval. It worked and she stopped.

This was just the beginning of the odd behavior on this night. It is just another observation of the strange things people do when they go out on the town for a night of drink and dancing.

I wonder what will happen next?