Staring

I've spent quite some hours in the library now, and I have observed one thing: people do two things in libraries: studying and... staring. As ANYTHING is more interesting than the book in front of you, anything that moves or breathes suddenly becomes fascinating. And so it happens that I think I have never had so much male attention in my life. Every time I cross the room to go to the bathroom or to get something, dozens of eyes follow my steps. And I'm not free of sin either: everytime anyone moves around the room, I watch him or her carefully, judge what he or she is wearing... which is particularly fun here in Spain, because the dressing habits are... let's say, slightly different. Very entertaining for the observing outsider I am, but hard to imagine to wear those outfits myself as the girl I am. No hair on my head would consider pulling myself into a tight black outfit adorned with a 25cm-broad red lacré belt and matching -matching!!- shoes. Oh. my. god. Equally interesting was her friend who wore silver-colored boots and a matching bag. (They do like to match, those spanish girls.) There are skirts the size of post-its and heels the height of the cathedral tower. There Barbie pink sweaters and scottish-checked blazers with big golden buttons. And all of that is so interesting... so much more interesting than the book here before me.
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