Here's Looking At You

To the tall, dark-haired woman on our bus this morning, if you may ever cross paths with my blog may you read this and know I am talking about you. We've never seen you before, and sadly we may never see you again but you definitely made an impact. On first glance I mistook you for a nasty suit who would order school children from their seat and push past us as we stood on the rocky bus. However you proved me wrong. You stood close, your body half turned towards us, it's as if you were listening to us talking. In fact I believe you were. If only I'd realised then. I'd have said how good you look. How those tight pants flatter you in many many ways. But this would have been creepy, and I'm one for taking the slightly less but not so much creepy option..and blogging about you 12 hours later. What can we say, you captured our hearts on that simple bus trip that we take every thursday. Perhaps you'll do it again next? Maybe this could be a regular thing. We've been known to get the wrong idea, as girls do...but we believe our case is strong. For it was your curious turn of the head every few minutes that gave you away. As I held her hand I felt slightly nervous, because I knew you were looking at us. And not in the usual way we get looked at when we hold hands, but in a curious I want some of that too way. Do you really want some of this? Because we are yours for the taking. It was no accident that you happened to graze against me as you moved to find a seat. Nor was it a coincidence that your gaze shifted away immediately as ours met yours. I know what you are thinking. You'll never see us again. This simple bus trip every thursday could be our only hope. So do catch it, because these two girls in checkered shirts are looking at you. You were obviously much older than us, give or take 20 years, but age is no factor. Your dark dykey hair was quite the delight, as were your black frames, not to mention the cute expression. You know where to find us mystery woman. x