I'm not one of those guys who likes to pick up a pair of women's undergarments and surreptitiously feel the fabric, rubbing it between thumb and fingers. I'm not one of those guys. I mean, unless I'm buying it. As a gift! You want to test the feel. It's a quality control issue.
I'm also not the kind of guy who wigs out on women's shoes, either. I mean, I've known some women with some really awesome, cute, or adorable shoes! You know. They go in for that, some of them! And I might gaze at an empty pair of a girl's canvas sneaks, when she's gone and I'm missing her, and it might make me think of her, in a way that would be fond. But I'm not going to abscond with a pair, for trophy purposes - or whatever these people do. I'm not one of those people.
I don't really get morbidly into specific non-erotic body parts either. I mean technically, yeah, arguably if I did...then, to me at least, they would be erotic. But they're not. And I don't.
Shit. I don't even like to talk about that kind of stuff! I mean, if that's what people are into? FINE BY THEM! But for me personally, it's a little creepy. For me? Yeah.
A little.
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