Have
you ever been walking down the street and seen something that you didn’t want
to see? How about stumbling across a
picture on the internet of your girlfriend or boyfriend that you’ve been dating
for several years? Well something like
this happened to me the other day. No not the picture thing, but the walking
down the street thing.
I
was walking down main street when I saw her walking in the same direction as I
was. She looked fine from behind. Her hair was down to the middle of her
back. The brightest blond possible
before you have to call it white. She
turned at the corner of 5th and Main
and I could see her profile. Her figure
was just perfect. She was my dream
girl. When I got to the corner I knew
that I had to continue following her. I
saw her down the street and I noticed her right away as she walked with
confidence. I picked up my pace and
caught up with her.
“Excuse
me!?” I spoke up. She continued to walk
without any hesitation. I put my head
down and stopped and then looked back up.
I now noticed that everyone that passed her was looking back at
her. The looks weren’t what I was
expecting. Everyone that passed her
seemed weireded out. I was now more
curious to meet this woman of my dreams.
I kept walking the pace I was walking before. She turned the corner again and was now on Orchard Street . I turned the corner and followed her some
more. I ran to catch up with her again,
this time getting close enough to tap her shoulder. “Excuse me? Miss?” I made it a question, hoping she would turn
around and notice me this time. She did
turn around, but she wasn’t the one who was noticing something. I saw it on her chin and got weirded out
immediately.
“Yes?
Can I help you?” she asked looking at my face.
“Uh...
um... I was just wondering…” I paused
and couldn’t continue.
“What?
I’ve got somewhere to be!” She half-scolded me.
“I’m
sorry… I thought you were someone else.”
I let her walk away as I stood in the middle of the sidewalk and
questioned what I just saw. Was that a
testicle on her chin? How did it get
there? Why was it so hairy? Why?
Why wouldn’t she do something about it?
I gave up asking myself questions and I walked in the opposite direction
back to my apartment to find something to keep my mind busy so I didn’t think
of that testicle-chinned-woman.
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