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.
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Fairytale Morning
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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.
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I felt dirty just reading that.
grrr...!!!!
eeekkk - i hate that!!! I had freaking guy with backpack on and ramming it into my back repeatedly!
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 :(
You need to make yourself a pervert stamp.
ohhhh - i like the stamp idea!
Oh noooo!
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.
Chitty - you distress me :P
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