slitherjef
Senior Don Juan
(Or, how to think your self out of ass)
This may be a good laugh ...
Using public transportation, you often have to share seats with people, that is when the bus is pretty packed. This is usualy the case, anyway for busy routes like the ones I take. Every so often a nice looking girl will sit next to me, most of the time blabbing on their phones are listening to music or talking to their friends.
Well, tonight I get off work and head home. I got on my 2nd bus and, as usual its a bit packed, but starts clearing out as the route gets further out east. One stop, three people got on, I thought they where together, two sat in a seat next row over and one behind me, a slim girl wearing some Paris Hilton-type sunglasses (at quarter till 8 at night) plops down next to me. Me, Im listening to my ipod, ironicly a Radio interview with Danial Rose for the sex god method. I look about noticed some other open seats, so I am thinking, she is probably with these people. I proceed to listen to more of the interview, albiet a bit uncomfortable now, or maybe it was just the whole irony of the situation. For a moment, I pondered, just take my headphones off and say something, then, nah, she is with the other two people.
So here I sit, a pretty girl, very slim, sitting next to me with me listening to some radio interview on sex. I did not even get a real good look at her. Nevertheless, the thoughts started to pop into my head and I start to notice she is not sitting still. I sit still, facing forward, not paying her too much attention. Then she starts turning her head slightly looking in my general area, it was fairly obvious as I seen her head move and I was wearing a ball cap facing forward. She takes a half-dozen quick sideways glances, fiddles a bit with her phone again, gets in her purse and pulls out the makeup. And applies it...
Seems to me that she may be looking for something. My gut starts to sink a little, you know, that nervous feeling. I start feeling like a dumbass and I start to think maybe this chick wants me to say something to her...
You know, the other empty seats she could have sat in...
The quick glances
The makeup application
My gut thinking maybe I should say hi
My brain asking my gut, "you want me to do what!?"
Then the people she got on the bus with gets off. She is still on, another empty seat she could go to still in the same area. Most people would take the seat. Some stay where they are, but for the most part, the empty seat would have been taken. The slim chick with the paris hilton-ish sunglasses stayed next to me.
My stop was headed up fast. She finished her mini-make over and still stayed. My stop came up.... well, should say our stop, cause she got off at the same damn bus stop I did and now I feel like an utter jackass because I kind of rushed getting off the bus, not knowing she was getting off at the stop I was. I was just trying to get out of her way so she could sit back down. I almost asked her if this was her stop too, I started to get the feeling it was...
What a jackass
Where is the mute button for my brain :trouble: :kick:
Just thought I would share. It sure the heck seemed as if she was giving me signals to open her. Could be wrong, but I guess I will not know now.
This may be a good laugh ...
Using public transportation, you often have to share seats with people, that is when the bus is pretty packed. This is usualy the case, anyway for busy routes like the ones I take. Every so often a nice looking girl will sit next to me, most of the time blabbing on their phones are listening to music or talking to their friends.
Well, tonight I get off work and head home. I got on my 2nd bus and, as usual its a bit packed, but starts clearing out as the route gets further out east. One stop, three people got on, I thought they where together, two sat in a seat next row over and one behind me, a slim girl wearing some Paris Hilton-type sunglasses (at quarter till 8 at night) plops down next to me. Me, Im listening to my ipod, ironicly a Radio interview with Danial Rose for the sex god method. I look about noticed some other open seats, so I am thinking, she is probably with these people. I proceed to listen to more of the interview, albiet a bit uncomfortable now, or maybe it was just the whole irony of the situation. For a moment, I pondered, just take my headphones off and say something, then, nah, she is with the other two people.
So here I sit, a pretty girl, very slim, sitting next to me with me listening to some radio interview on sex. I did not even get a real good look at her. Nevertheless, the thoughts started to pop into my head and I start to notice she is not sitting still. I sit still, facing forward, not paying her too much attention. Then she starts turning her head slightly looking in my general area, it was fairly obvious as I seen her head move and I was wearing a ball cap facing forward. She takes a half-dozen quick sideways glances, fiddles a bit with her phone again, gets in her purse and pulls out the makeup. And applies it...
Seems to me that she may be looking for something. My gut starts to sink a little, you know, that nervous feeling. I start feeling like a dumbass and I start to think maybe this chick wants me to say something to her...
You know, the other empty seats she could have sat in...
The quick glances
The makeup application
My gut thinking maybe I should say hi
My brain asking my gut, "you want me to do what!?"
Then the people she got on the bus with gets off. She is still on, another empty seat she could go to still in the same area. Most people would take the seat. Some stay where they are, but for the most part, the empty seat would have been taken. The slim chick with the paris hilton-ish sunglasses stayed next to me.
My stop was headed up fast. She finished her mini-make over and still stayed. My stop came up.... well, should say our stop, cause she got off at the same damn bus stop I did and now I feel like an utter jackass because I kind of rushed getting off the bus, not knowing she was getting off at the stop I was. I was just trying to get out of her way so she could sit back down. I almost asked her if this was her stop too, I started to get the feeling it was...
What a jackass
Where is the mute button for my brain :trouble: :kick:Just thought I would share. It sure the heck seemed as if she was giving me signals to open her. Could be wrong, but I guess I will not know now.
