Juvenile Seduction (musing)

Walking from the store a young boy about 16 or so is in front of me. Classically dressed teenager: pants hanging perilously off his butt, rag for his hair hanging out his back pocket, baseball cap tilted to the side. Walking towards us is a beautiful young lady dressed for summer and causing the sun to get hotter. The situation is eminent and I wait for it to unfold. As she reaches him, he turns to her and lust lives in his eyes. He’s a dog and she’s a piece of steak. He hasn’t eaten in months. “Yo…Yo…Ma” he says to her in his best practiced street hustle. Without missing a step she keeps on sashaying down the street, completely disregarding his juvenile try at seduction. For a second, he seems rather confused that this didn’t work, after all it works in the videos. I stifle my laughter and want to tell him that’s not how it’s done. Not that I know, but I definitely know that’s NOT how it’s done. I want to tell that the lust in his eyes would have frightened even a seasoned hooker. You can lust but in your thoughts not your eyes. It can be quite disconcerting, I would imagine. I want to tell that maybe next time he should try a compliment on her sandals to break the ice, but I don’t tell him this he would probably dismiss my advice. So it goes.

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5-28-06