I have a thing about legs. I had that since high school when any
nice girl I would see during school, I would give here a number
that reflects how I thought of, with a numerical number of "10" as
a knock out, and low and behold, the ones that I gave a "9" or a
"10" seemed to have the legs and rest of the body fit pretty close
to those numbers.
But the legs sort of teased me, especially when those that kept
staring and smiling at me during periods of walking to a class,
seemed to all of a sudden have shorter skirts and thigh high nylons
on, and boy o boy did that make my mind go crazy (not really, but
considered legs to be a work of art).
Now having that, sitting across from a lady at a nice and quiet
Diner, staring at me and chatting along, and allof a sudden I feel
her bare foot rubbing my leg while having a deep stare at my eyes
is a definate big time dream.