The black latex catsuit that turns days into completely lost causes

Scientists may need additional funding for this one

Yeah, they should probably study this phenomenon.

One glance at a woman in a black latex catsuit, and my plans for the next half hour become irrelevant. I had every intention of being productive today. Then she arrived with those pale green eyes and that look that seems to know exactly how much trouble it’s causing.

I don’t mean trouble in a dramatic sense.

I mean the harmless kind where your attention packs a suitcase and moves somewhere else.

The black latex catsuit and the unanswered question

A friend once told me that attraction isn’t always about beauty.

“It’s curiosity,” he said.

I disagreed at the time. Now I’m less certain.

Because what keeps me coming back here isn’t the shine of the black latex catsuit. It’s the feeling that she’s about to say something and has decided to wait one more second before doing it.

That second never arrives. The mystery survives. And that’s worse.

Some people have a big warning sign written all over them

Not because they’re dangerous. Because they derail perfectly normal thoughts.

You start by admiring the styling. Then you wonder where she’s going. Then you wonder who she’s meeting. Then you catch yourself inventing entire conversations with a person you’ve never met.

A woman like this could easily become the main character of somebody’s day without ever knowing it.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already wondering what kind of laugh she has.

Green eyes are unfair competition

Her light green eyes stirred an old memory of Kaa from The Jungle Book, that unsettling moment when a glance seems to pull every wandering thought into a single point of focus. The difference is that Kaa’s hypnosis felt like a warning, while hers feels like the kind of spell a man would willingly walk into, fully aware he might be thinking about it long after the moment has passed.

The black latex catsuit makes a statement. The eyes finish the argument. They have that rare quality of looking both inviting and slightly impossible to read. Like opening a novel to the middle and finding the most interesting chapter first.

You know there are pages before it. You know there are pages after it. But still, you’re impatient to discover everything in between.

A brief crisis of concentration

Maybe that’s what fascination actually is. Not admiration. Not obsession. Just a series of small distractions collecting in the same place.

The dark hair. The sleek latex. The suggestion of no emotion without needing to announce it.

The feeling that she belongs in a story where somebody misses their train because they looked up at exactly the wrong moment.

Or exactly the right one.

Black latex catsuit thoughts for people trying to focus

Well, fashion is often discussed as if it exists separately from emotion. It doesn’t. The right look can create an entire atmosphere around a person.

This black latex catsuit doesn’t simply dress her. It turns her into a question mark wrapped in midnight and reflected light.

And questions are surprisingly difficult to forget.

Shiny hugs and love,
Diana