Youthful Hormones
When I was a high school graduate in 1975, I visited several college campuses in the area during the early summer to make a decision as to where I would continue my education. During a trip to the Nashville area, I stayed at a muti story hotel a mile or so from Vanderbilt University. I drove from home alone and checked in that evening. After stepping out for a late dinner, I returned to the hotel and took the elevator to my floor. While walking down the hallway to my room around 10:30, a lady stepped out of her room to get ice from a machine only a few steps away. She had blonde, shoulder length hair and was probably around 40 years of age. She wore a white slip and seemed completely unconcerned about her state of undress. She looked at me briefly, gave an acknowledging smile, and retrieved a pail of ice. Her door remained open, and there appeared to be no one else in her room. I watched her, of course, and as an 18 year old was mesmerised by what I saw. She went back into her room and closed the door behind her as I unloocked the door to enter mine. For many long moments afterward, I thought about her. I approached my door, opened it, and looked down the hallway toward hers. In my youthful fantasies, I thought about approaching her, knocking on her door, and perhaps being invited in. Had she wanted to be seen by me? I fell asleep alone that night and never saw her again, but I’ve always remembered her. If she were 40 then, she’d be over 70 now, a woman of a generation who understands the feminine power of a slip. Every woman is beautiful in a slip, and if I were to see her now, at her age, I would tell her how womanly and desirable she remains when dressed that way.
