 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 26.05. at 04:22:02 >>>Just got back from Le Cote Droit, where Dea's oldest was graduating from (man, sometimes I wonder if I believe my own posts,) a women's college (never mind which one, but we're talking seven sisters here...) Which would you rather read about: the experience of finding myself in not only the greatest love affair of my life, but also the most meaningful family relationship I've ever been a part of (I wasn't abused, just badly raised-infer what you like,) or the TIGHTS? Emotion or libido?>>>And the obvious winner is...It was cold and drizzly for the first two days we were there, and there were a lot of outdoor activities planned, but despite the temps and dampness, I only spotted ONE dame in hose of any kind (sheer black.) disappointing, but I was already high on the whole family thing, so it was not a drag at all...>>>Graduation day, well, everything shifted. Firstly, the sun came out. Sec0ndly, so did practically everybody's hosiery, much of it opaque in the extreme. Circumstances put Dea and I in different parts of the crowd, so I couldn't do my usual gawk at her beige-hosed danger sticks, therefore I occupied myself during the interminable reading of the names by hosespotting (Dea and I both encourage each other's girl-and-guy watching, so long as we're honest with each other about it. Thanks, Gene the chef!) But the best was yet to drop...>>>There was this really flash c0mics-and-music shop right off campus, and while Dea and her kids were doing something at the new grad's room, I motored on over there to try and find some musique for the trip home. So I'm rummaging in these plastic crates of CDs they have under the counters (Looking for Primus records, if you must know,) when a ballet class let out, and three students (in their twenties, definitely,) breezed in. There was a small school on the second floor of a building across the street (It caught my eye, of course, but since there wasn't any dancewear shop nearby, I remained intent on my (alas, fruitless) search for a copy of "Frizzle Fry," not thinking about the joint again, until I saw a pair of white-tighted paws in CLOGS (foot freak's best friend, they are...) settle themselves just about FIVE INCHES from where I was sitting! I was as cool as possible, under the circumstances, but I nonetheless, scanned my way up those tighted gams till I reached the hem of her short, almost transparent tie-on skirt, burgundy leotard, and rather lovely face, which was looking at me with amusement. She said, "I know, it's too hot for tights, right?" I seriously c0nsidered replying "Not at all," and hoisting my pants leg (I was in my black Ralph Laurens,) but I didn't want to start anything, natch. Instead, I said "Not this morning it wasn't," we smiled at each other, and went back to our respective bins. I shortly forgot all about Les and the guys, as my neighbor went into this long, slow routine of slipping one foot out of her shoe, wiggling the toes and rotating the ankle, then pointing her toes and pressing the top of her foot against her shoe, slpping that foot back in, then repeating the process with the other. Over and over. About twenty times, I counted. Dea caught up with me around the twentieth rep, so I had to go, with only a copy of Mark Knopfler's superb soundtrack to one of my favorite movies (Local Hero, see it soon,) as c0nsolation. Dea teased me about it for the rest of the day (I still haven't c0nvinced her that the girl moved next to me, not vice-versa...and why would I think I could?)-Depon (In: A long sleeved T from the future stepkids Alma Mater, and black No-names. Wondering: if that girl is amusing her pals with her story of the old guy with the thing for hosiery. Final stinger? When Dea came over, she moved away, but watched as I lovingly ran my right hand up and down my beloved's hosed legs as I finished my rummaging...) >>>P.S. Re: the title of the post. NWA (still can't believe they use those letters!) apparently has a dress code that specifies black hose on flight attendants. FA's must know the weather pretty well, because it was sheer black hose on the flight home, but strictly 50-100 denier on the trip to the cold and drizzly east. Highly rec0mmended for P.L.U., though the plane itself was like a sarcophagus with wings. A plain case of vavoom over legroom. Me out! Answers to this message:
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