distractions
Disturbed to the nth degree. On my jogging route there is a house, with a window, with a shadowy man on the inside, standing full-frontal, watching me as I jog past. He usually has his shirt off, or pushed up to reveal washboard abs, or with his hand just under the windowsill, which translates in my aghast imagination as UNMENTIONABLE PLACE. I would brush it off as an eyebrow-raising anomaly, except that mathematically, it usually takes three to signify a pattern, and this incident has transpired SIX TIMES. In the course of ten days.
A concomitant thought occurs: "female flasher" is perhaps not a particularly meaningful term, since the word "flasher" connotes the perpetrator of unwanted indecent exposure, and female indecent exposure is almost never unwanted, as such. One might be hard pressed to find, say, a woman with an obsession with penises comparable to a man's obsession with breasts, and in fact, many women find a man's body consummately amusing. Tips for the sexually inexperienced: Boys - out of love for you and your ego, your women will hide their snorts of laughter well. They may even sound like gasps of desire. I assure you, we are gasping for breath between the suppressed snickering. I am, of course, mostly joking.
(PS: Girls - penises are hilarious).
I can't think what this entry will do to my Google keyword searches.