|Close to how I've felt all week in one way or another.|
Right down to the blouse.
|This is prettier.|
I could go on. I probably will in fact, so let's put a line break here in case you have, you know, something important and interesting to do other than read odd things about me wearing glasses and watches.
|You get the idea. She's not wearing glasses|
but she looks like she ought.
And so it came to pass that I was a bit obsessed about them at University. When I was lucky enough to have a person of a female-persuasion take an interest in me that was more romantic I remembered that some people in my Sixth Form had switched watches as a sign of... uh... something. I did pursue this briefly with that first lady friend but she wasn't very interested (she had a lovely thin-strapped gold edged watch with a rectangular face, black leather strap) and that was perhaps as well given that what I was essentially looking for was licence to cross-dress on an imperceptible scale. She also wore big round glasses as well as, later, some rectangular framed ones. There were plenty of other female watches that I could mention at University as well, and glasses and eye wear generally.
|Sort of. Close enough.|
|She had a pair just like these. The ones she loaned me|
were clear lenses though. Well, mostly clear.
|Oh, very much yes please.|
Heh, why say things directly when I can write essays on them, hey?