Musings at Macquarie Centre.

So I went to Macquarie Centre today for the first time in yonks with a view to getting a new pair of shoes. Ah, the hang-out of my youth. Instead I spent way too much on underwear. You know, underwear being the piece of clothing often overlooked by lads the nation over. Nothing's hotter than seeing a set of chiselled obliques peeping up over the wasitband of a good pair of undies. Drool.

At one stage I happened to be in the Gay & Lesbian section of Borders (ohmigod, how lame) when this, umm, lanky but cute seventeenish looking skateresque lad approached. He saw me standing there and went a shade of pink. Then he went away. Naww, I'm not that scary am I? Anyway, he came back about five minutes later and perused the shelves for a while. For aaages. But then-- get this-- then he went straight for the Einstein for Dummies on the adjacent shelf instead. Riiight. Did you really want to know about the work function of zinc? Or were you really after the gift book on Gaydar? Eh, punk?

Also, spotted at Woolworths: teenager surreptitiously purchasing condoms - slowly examining products from the deodorants and analgesics all the way up to the prophylatics and making a quick getaway after snaffling the goods, and a buff gym bunny comparing tins of cat food.


Listening to:
Title: Bouncing Off The Ceiling (Upside Down)
Artist: A*Teens
Album/station: Teen Spirit (2001)
Length: 3.14