{"id":47305,"date":"2025-08-03T06:55:49","date_gmt":"2025-08-03T10:55:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2025\/08\/03\/tight-pants.html"},"modified":"2025-08-03T06:55:49","modified_gmt":"2025-08-03T10:55:49","slug":"tight-pants","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2025\/08\/03\/tight-pants.html","title":{"rendered":"Tight Pants"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Today she wore tight pants and a somewhat loose-fitting shirt. She looked positively cleaned up. I wonder why. She did not notice when I boarded the train, and I was unable to get a seat directly across from her as before. But when the train cleared a bit she saw that I was sitting 4 seats to her right and the look of recognition was unmistakable. It was not a perturbed look. But still, no words. No whispers. No smiles. Not yet. Not ever? Who can know. I can say that the mere possibility of a new person in my life is enough to raise my internal champagne glasses. It makes me want to be on time. I am, in fact, allergic to being late. But I detected in my gait this AM that I wanted to be on time <em>for her<\/em>.\u00a0How stupid is this? I&#8217;m a growed-ass man chasing after someone, or thinking about chasing after someone with zero knowledge of who or what I could be dealing with. She works and is on time. She&#8217;s good-looking and has a certainty about her, a confidence. When she dresses in her cut-up jeans and barely-on shirt I have carnal thoughts. What man wouldn&#8217;t? Most men, you say? Possibly. That lowest common denominator gut level instinct to mentally undress a desired member of the opposite sex doesn&#8217;t get documented much, I wouldn&#8217;t think. Too primal to even be acknowledged to one&#8217;s self or even one&#8217;s closest stranger. Strangers. A few weeks ago a flower salesman spotted me gazing at the bare back and pantsed ass of a thin 50-something Asian woman. God she was glorious in form. I looked,&nbsp; stayed for several seconds, from another corner of another eye I caught the growing smile of the flower dude who saw how I had stopped in my steps and evaporated into reverie. The moment lasted less than 5 seconds. Nothing had to be said. Am I a pig? Some would say yes. Others wouldn&#8217;t know a pig from a pot-stirrer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today she wore tight pants and a somewhat loose-fitting shirt. She looked positively cleaned up. I wonder why. She did not notice when I boarded the train, and I was unable to get a seat directly across from her as before. But when the train cleared a bit she saw that I was sitting 4 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47305","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-text","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paumAn-ciZ","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47305","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47305"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47305\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47305"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47305"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47305"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}