Part Two in a Series of Five: Local Traveler (Me) Stunned to See so many Hot Women at Chicago Art Institute!
Patrick Edmonds
Every trip I go on I feel an obligation to invest at least some time into a culturally enlightening experience. Primarily stemming from a fear of condemnation from elitist, educated members of society for only visiting bars, clubs, and food establishments, I always reluctantly reserve time to visit an institution of historical, literary, artistic, or general educational value. So, it was with initial reservation and anticipated regret that I convinced my travel companion Mike to visit the Chicago Art Institute so that I could satisfy my quota of intellectual undertakings. However, after two hours of wandering around the maze of galleries and supposedly world-class art, Mike and I eventually left surprisingly satisfied. It wasn’t the art at all that elicited this appreciation of our endeavor though, but rather unexpectedly all the amazingly beautiful women that also were visiting the museum that day!
It didn’t take long for me to notice the first gorgeous lady of the day. Amongst the medieval art and armor, stood this absolutely stunning siren. She was admiring some hideous piece of 14th century German armor, rambling on to her not-so-attractive friend about the exquisite craftsmanship, its incredibly durability, and historical revelations. She had on a skin-tight pair of jeans that really accentuated her long, slim legs. Also, she had a perfectly structured jaw that gave incredible command to her words as she spoke. At one point she turned slightly in my direction, and even though I diverted my eyes, I was able to catch a glimpse of the stunning intensity of hers. There was an amazing genuineness to them, as if she actually enjoyed the art in front of her.
Once this lovely moved on, Mike and I decided to check out some of the other galleries. In the miniature section, where there are authentic recreations of famous churches, Victorian homes, and various other buildings, I yet again ran into another stunning female who had a fairly attractive friend. I noticed the lovely pair as one of the wrinkled museum employees droned on about how all of the miniatures are made with the same materials as the original structure. As she continued her boring elucidation, I slipped away to get a better look at the two girls. The one really hot one had long, cascading gold locks, which I love, and the most beautiful olive skin. Her friend, who didn’t have the prettiest face, had an amazing body though. Together, the pair made for quite an eye-catching experience.
From here, Mike and I headed up stairs to the huge Impressionists’ gallery. Monets, Manets, Pissaros, and Renoirs adorned the walls. This was one of the more crowded sections, attracting many people, young and old. Amongst the crowd of art-lovers was one of the most attractive older women I’ve ever been fortunate enough to admire. Probably in her early fifties, she wore a bright red business suit/skirt ensemble that revealed her lovely, toned legs. I imagine she did Pilates to maintain such an impressive figure. She was with a young girl, possibly a grandchild, who appeared to be bored out her mind. As the older woman prated on about the Impressionists’ efforts to capture “fleeting moments” in time, usually outdoors, in an effort to portray a sense of realism with authentic colors, lighting and shadow, and human expression, I found myself enamored with her authority, which only served to augment her splendor. Eventually the little girl complained that she had to go to the bathroom and they left.
Finally, Mike and I ventured to the Asian/Pacific Islands exhibit. A huge temporary collection of art from the farthest reaches of India, China, Japan, Vietnam, Korea, and elsewhere swelled a huge room in the museum. Large and small statues of Buddha, conveying the various Eastern interpretations of both the portly and lean Buddha, and sculptures of various Indian goddesses, most of which depicted deities with voluptuous breasts apparently highlighting the ideal female form, were on display for a smaller crowd of admirers. As chance would have it, right by an 8th century gigantic rendering of the Indian god Ganesha, another astonishingly striking woman stood taking notes.
Even more coincidentally was the fact that she was Asian, Philippine perhaps, but I couldn’t really tell the difference. She appeared to be a student because she was scribbling down some notes about the ridiculous story of Ganesha’s creation. Short and well-defined, she seemed to be an athlete of sorts. With broad shoulders, for a woman, and stout, toned legs, she looked like she could probably body slam the average guy without much effort. Her powerful physical stature was beautifully contrasted by her graceful note-taking, as she wrote with a gentle ease using her long, well-manicured, elegant hands to capture every word of the absurd story of Ganesha’s birth.
Eventually though, after three hours of intense art appreciation, Mike and I decided to finally leave, sufficiently and astonishingly pleased with our $18 investment of artistic culture. After years of being forced to endure dull trips to the Philadelphia Art Museum when I was younger with my grandfather, too immature to appreciate the prospect of lovely women all around me, I now finally feel enlightened enough to value the hidden benefits of art museums. With this newfound knowledge I plan on taking in some of the Philadelphia area’s own edifying treasures, starting with the Philadelphia Art Museum. Apparently there’s a new Pablo Picaso exhibit there, so I can only hope there will be more beautiful ladies for me to admire.
Reader Comments (2)
This is hilarious -- great touch with the pictures of the art of each area as you talked about your found treasures. There is just so much here. Women for many of us are the art, or at least a huge part of cultural excursions. How many works depict women? Art museums are erotic places of solitude and provocation and meeting people seems awkward, basically like having sex.
Creative piece of work that deserves contemplation. We will find the art that most interests us and you have motivated me to head down to the museum also. I just hope it is not the day all the guys from the site decide to go look at hot pieces of ass, I mean art.
Thanks for the lunch
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