In my daily wanderings, I pass through the center of a college town at least four times. Morning, noon, and night, the main street is a parade of pretty girls in pretty clothes, and I have to stop the van constantly to let them flutter across the street. It's like one of those safari theme parks: safely behind tempered glass, I get a close-up view of creatures who are very, very unlike myself.
They do look lovely, you understand: silky, burnished hair parted impossibly far to the side (how do they do that?), flouncy floral dresses with a heart-stopping combination of girlish innocence and womanly allure, and miraculously sculpted torsos, exquisitely poured into skin-tight tube tops...READ MORE