Skirting the issue

Yesterday I wore a skirt after a long, long time. I am a pretty plump person, (I'm not named plumpernickel for nothing!) but I am tall and have longish legs that do not look too bad. I used to have long, thin lovely legs few years back, and now they are no longer thin, but they arent a bad pair of legs at all. Sadly, I cant say that about the tummy, but lets leave that for another day. So, I wore a skirt yesterday, a knee length chiffon scalloped at the edges skirt. I also went book browsing and coffee drinking and lingering at coffee shops yesterday. I did not know how popular my legs would prove to be. Some men stared openly, some took sidelong looks and one joker ignored his family, bald kid et al and gaped at the legs with an idiot look making me and madder crack rude jokes and dissolve helplessly with laughter. This city is hopeless sometimes.

Did I mention somewhere that 8 hours of German over the weekend make me want to rebel and scream, "Kein Mehr!" Added to that is the fact that my class consists entirely of pimply teens who have all the time in the world to sit and conjugate verbs all the fucking day long and I feel old and jaded and ancient. Why do I torture myself this way?