I had a disturbing, mentally conflicting event occur to me this evening.
I was in the supermarket doing a bit of shopping. I saw a short, slim girl of about 14 or 15 turn the corner into an aisle ahead of me. As I turned into the same aisle she had turned around and was heading out of it. I then had a chance to see her face clearly, which I had not previously. Now at a distance of three feet, where I could see the features of her face distinctly, I would guess that she was at least 20. There was a sharpness and maturity to the face that made it pretty clear she wasn't as young as I'd first thought. I had a chance to glance at her hands as well--women's hands change as they age and a 20-year-old's hands tend to look distinctly different from a 14-year-old's. The face and the hands told me that this was a college age woman (I live in a large college town), but the way that she dressed and her hair style and the way that she walked--kind of a bouncy, floopy walk--said junior high school student.
I was suddenly very conflicted. She was quite pretty, and I am instantly sexually attracted to slim, petite women. When I first spotted her (and thought she was 14) I had absolutely no sexual attraction to her. When I saw that she was (likely) college-age I was suddenly sexually attracted to her. Then my mind started playing little games as I flip-flopped in my opinion on what her age really was. *IF* she was a college-age woman, then I had no problem with the almost automatic fantasy that started playing in my head. But then I would think "She could be 14, you really didn't get a good look at her" and my sexual attraction to her was repulsive. My mind flipped back and forth between these feelings about a dozen times in the span of ten seconds and it was very disconcerting to be in such a literal dilemma.
For a moment I even considered going up to her and asking "Could you please tell me how old you are, because if you're legal I would *really* like to fuck you." Luckily my internal monologue filters usually wrestle the stupid out of my thoughts before they get me into trouble.
But I still felt really weird for awhile afterwards having had really graphically sexual thoughts about someone who *might* have been way underage.
I was in the supermarket doing a bit of shopping. I saw a short, slim girl of about 14 or 15 turn the corner into an aisle ahead of me. As I turned into the same aisle she had turned around and was heading out of it. I then had a chance to see her face clearly, which I had not previously. Now at a distance of three feet, where I could see the features of her face distinctly, I would guess that she was at least 20. There was a sharpness and maturity to the face that made it pretty clear she wasn't as young as I'd first thought. I had a chance to glance at her hands as well--women's hands change as they age and a 20-year-old's hands tend to look distinctly different from a 14-year-old's. The face and the hands told me that this was a college age woman (I live in a large college town), but the way that she dressed and her hair style and the way that she walked--kind of a bouncy, floopy walk--said junior high school student.
I was suddenly very conflicted. She was quite pretty, and I am instantly sexually attracted to slim, petite women. When I first spotted her (and thought she was 14) I had absolutely no sexual attraction to her. When I saw that she was (likely) college-age I was suddenly sexually attracted to her. Then my mind started playing little games as I flip-flopped in my opinion on what her age really was. *IF* she was a college-age woman, then I had no problem with the almost automatic fantasy that started playing in my head. But then I would think "She could be 14, you really didn't get a good look at her" and my sexual attraction to her was repulsive. My mind flipped back and forth between these feelings about a dozen times in the span of ten seconds and it was very disconcerting to be in such a literal dilemma.
For a moment I even considered going up to her and asking "Could you please tell me how old you are, because if you're legal I would *really* like to fuck you." Luckily my internal monologue filters usually wrestle the stupid out of my thoughts before they get me into trouble.
But I still felt really weird for awhile afterwards having had really graphically sexual thoughts about someone who *might* have been way underage.