I saw the most perfect ass in the world about a week ago.
I was at Wal-Mart, and she walked in in front of me, wearing close-fitting jeans and a crop top, and not only was her ass very nicely shaped, the way it moved when she walked just about made my eyes water with its perfection. I spent less than 6 seconds watching her, and I don't believe I'll ever see a nicer ass in the next 10 years, even if I get a job evaluating finished airbrush jobs for lingerie models. It was just that good.
However, I'd like to mention two things.
1. At no point was I COMPELLED by the perfection of her ass to do anything. I didn't talk to her, I didn't approach her in any way or leer. Had I felt less than comfortable about watching her ass and appreciating it privately (and, uh, publicly here, I guess) I could have looked away at any moment.
2. Imagine she turned around and I'd recognized her. Or, say, a week later I'd met her at a friend's house. (I likely wouldn't have known her, since I wasn't looking at her face, but let's pretend I did.) I'd still be perfectly capable of getting to know her as a person, and the fact that for six seconds, I admired her Most Perfect Ass in the World would be a very small part of all the things I knew about her.
I think that it's ridiculous to demand that someone be attracted to you sexually without appreciating your sexual parts-- if they liked you as a radio announcer, would you demand they do so without appreciating your voice? If they liked you as an actor, would you demand they not enjoy the expressions on your face? And the phrase "solely a collection of her sexual parts" doesn't give men nearly enough credit-- like other people, men are just as capable of appreciating a person for what that person thinks and does, not just their nice rack. It just so happens that when one person likes another person sexually, they also like that person's parts.
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I was at Wal-Mart, and she walked in in front of me, wearing close-fitting jeans and a crop top, and not only was her ass very nicely shaped, the way it moved when she walked just about made my eyes water with its perfection. I spent less than 6 seconds watching her, and I don't believe I'll ever see a nicer ass in the next 10 years, even if I get a job evaluating finished airbrush jobs for lingerie models. It was just that good.
However, I'd like to mention two things.
1. At no point was I COMPELLED by the perfection of her ass to do anything. I didn't talk to her, I didn't approach her in any way or leer. Had I felt less than comfortable about watching her ass and appreciating it privately (and, uh, publicly here, I guess) I could have looked away at any moment.
2. Imagine she turned around and I'd recognized her. Or, say, a week later I'd met her at a friend's house. (I likely wouldn't have known her, since I wasn't looking at her face, but let's pretend I did.) I'd still be perfectly capable of getting to know her as a person, and the fact that for six seconds, I admired her Most Perfect Ass in the World would be a very small part of all the things I knew about her.
I think that it's ridiculous to demand that someone be attracted to you sexually without appreciating your sexual parts-- if they liked you as a radio announcer, would you demand they do so without appreciating your voice? If they liked you as an actor, would you demand they not enjoy the expressions on your face? And the phrase "solely a collection of her sexual parts" doesn't give men nearly enough credit-- like other people, men are just as capable of appreciating a person for what that person thinks and does, not just their nice rack. It just so happens that when one person likes another person sexually, they also like that person's parts.