Tuesday, 9 October 2007

Fairytale Morning

If my life was a fairytale - or even a romantic film - this morning on the bus I would have been crammed up against a gorgeous male who would look into my eyes, smile softly and beg me to go out for dinner with him to a fancy restaurant.

Instead this morning I was rammed up against a sixty year old, slightly smelly Indian man who insisted on watching me with a slight leer to his expression which has left me thoroughly creeped out. In fact he has made me feel so dirty that I just want to go home, shower again and then start the day from scratch.

The worst part is, I think I felt him touch my ass as I left the bus.

10 comments:

MsMozi said...

Hahaha - ah yes, London... love that morning crush against all the creepiest specimens the city could muster up... and then of course there's that whole 'head being level with creepy man's armpit' thing.

sugar007 said...

ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I felt dirty just reading that.

Sweetass RSA said...

grrr...!!!!

MidniteGem said...

eeekkk - i hate that!!! I had freaking guy with backpack on and ramming it into my back repeatedly!

The Divine Miss M said...

Gem - but you're the perfect height to rest things on! :P

Mozi - Nothing better than the smell of stale body odour in the morning

Sugar - Yup :(

Uncle Bunny said...

You need to make yourself a pervert stamp.

MidniteGem said...

ohhhh - i like the stamp idea!

Despina said...

Oh noooo!

chitty said...

Hahaha! That is me 40 years from now.
Sorry Miss M, but I am rooting for the old man. Must have been the highlight of his day... and he may not have many days left.

The Divine Miss M said...

Chitty - you distress me :P