My new horny blog

Hmmm.

Babs always has these cool pictures on her blog of ladies wearing 40’s-50’s era clothes, and done in a retro style.

I must say, I have always found the modern versions of these girls very very attractive.

You know those people you meet one time, for five seconds, but they are so attractive in some way they stay with you forever?

One of the first ones I can remember is a girl who was working the ticket booth at the Inwood Theatre. She was a blonde, with a curly bob haircut. (closing my eyes, falling into sense memory) She had pale, almost porcelain skin, with red lipstick. She was wearing glasses, black cats-eye frames. She had on a conservative yet stylish white blouse, a grey slim skirt, and those white stockings with the seam up the back. She finished this off with those black heels with the round toe and the ankle strap. I can see her like it was yesterday. We only spoke for about a minute, her asking me what she could do for me, and me getting a ticket to Blair Witch, or whatever I was there for. She called me “Handsome”. Needless to say, I was in love (if only for the space of the movie).

I think this girl was partially the embodiment of a lifestyle I have always craved. I remember sitting with my dad in a bar he hung out in (in Dallas, or somewhere) where the clientele was mostly people in their twenties who all acted and dressed in that cool retro way. I remember wishing I was one of them, smoking, talking over coffee or whatever, living life as if it was constantly a Reverend Horton Heat song. The old-school, retro lifestyle, but in a (then) new, Rockabilly fashion.

Now that I do smoke, and drink, and go out, it seems the only place I can go is either Sweetwater, or some shitty college bar, where everyone has horrible conversations about politics and crap I have no interest in. Perhaps my problem is that I live in the 21st century, where the new fashion is now. Or maybe its because I live in Denton, where the watchword for fun is “Its all we have to do”. I don’t know how I can fix this problem of not being able to find the life I want. Who doesn’t though, right?

My new dreamgirl is a lot like my first dream girl. Or maybe they have all been the same.

Either way, I feel like watching Swing Kids, drinking and smoking, and wishing that were my life (without the Nazis, of course).