Memoirs of an English Major

It’s amazing what strange thoughts run through one’s mind while traveling. Take my brain for instance. Throughout the course of any one of my journeys, I tend to write more while I’m in movement that when I am sitting here in front of my keyboard. It just seems that the my mind fires off on all cylinders when I am traveling. I’m still not quite sure why or how, but it is a fact that I have come to understand and harness.

Take this little blurb here. This was a little thing that popped into my head while waiting for a flight back to DFW. I wrote it after I caught an older guy trying to catch a glimpse at what appeared to be a young mother. She looked like she was single, though I have no idea. This has nothing to do with the thought at hand. This is actually written from the perspective of some other girl. I may work this into a larger piece of fiction or spin off this sort of thought into a full blown character. As of now, I’m not quite sure how to handle this and I am willing to take any suggestions. Anyway, keep in mind that this is a stray thought I did not want to lose. Enjoy

Old men always make it obvious when they are checking out young girls. It’s like they lost whatever skill they had in their youth. Like they forget how to do the whole “look, but don’t let her notice” bit. I guess I appreciate that they’re up front about the matter. Not sleazy like some other douche bags assholes. But, in the end it’s sad when you think about it. In all honesty, I can’t blame the old coot. It’s not like you lose your sex drive when you hit sixty or so.

Though I wonder what the guy would do if we looked back? I mean, could his frail, cholesterol clogged hearts take the thrill of a young thing doing a double take, batting those long, lush eyelids, and smiling with that ever coy smile? Add in the cliché “kiss in the wind” and I’m sure that Grandpa would go straight into a cardiac arrest.

Poor, old guy. But it does make someone wonder what would happen if a stray fantasy came true? Though I am not sure, I’m one to think that if anyone is actually presented with a fantasy becoming true that they will pussy shit out and pretty much run with their tale between their legs. It just human nature to reject anything that doesn’t fit their simple, little piss-ant of a mind’s understanding of what is real. Makes me sick to think about it. Oh well…

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Well, That’s the thought, I know I need to flesh out the character a bit if I plan to work her into any sort of fiction, but I have figured out her voice, so I guess that’s a start. This would be the second time in my writing history on writing from a female character, so I’m not sure how this will turn out, but it probably will happen. Anyway, I would welcome any comments on this, especially from my female readers as since I am not a girl and only have a small concept on how to expand this. Till tomorrow, may you find your inspiration wherever you can.