Sure, there's the mystique element. I geddit. Some guys go crazy not for what they can see, but what they can't see. Or more commonly- what they can almost see. Me? I see boys with ballcaps on (because nobody believes in hats that have intrinsic style anymore, unfortunately). I detest hats because they cover a boy's hair. Other than beautiful baby skin, a boy's hair is one of his most attractive physical characteristics and wholly unlike that of an adult. I hate not being able to see it. Ditto with those goddam Crocs shoes. You can near about see a boy's toes and all, but it's really only enough to piss me off. Why not flip flops? Socks and Crocks need to eat shit and die. Sure, socks are utilitarian. But they're for wearing with footwear. They only mask a kids feet when worn independent of shoes. I suppose I could find some appreciation for socks and Crocs and hats if I knew I would for sure be seeing what was underneath. Anticipation, all of that there. As for the little hypothetical ginger I see for the briefest moment in the convenience store and never will again, I hope he will be bareheaded and wearing some sandals. |