Do you ever see ZR out in the wild?
Not at all. It’s a nightmare from which I can’t seem to wake. When I was studying abroad at San Francisco State back in 2014-15 there were weeks where I saw a cute girl in thigh highs daily, but in all my time living in the godforsaken wastelands of rural England - a name I enunciate with the same disgust and venom as one might the word ‘tapeworm’ - I see none.
In my entire UK-based life I’ve seen one girl wearing thigh highs. One. Foreign transfer student at my University. Saw her walking down the boulevard whilst I was driving out of the parking lot, nearly crashed into a car stopped in front of me because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what I was sure was a figment of my imagination. There was another time where I saw a girl wearing thigh highs walking towards me on the pavement, but as she drew closer I realised she was wearing those awful, tricky ‘you-think-they’re-thigh-highs-but-they’re-actually-pantyhose’ style leggings, and I was absolutely crestfallen.
You think I’m playing; I’m deadly serious. One of the main reasons I want to expatriate is to live somewhere where thigh highs aren’t sighted as infrequently as ball lightning. It’s a hell and a half.