What I missed out mentioning in Part I was: You can't release the window as you drag it, so the whole drawing has to be done in one sweep. THERE! I'm glad I got that off my back, and I hope it doesn't hurt our relachandship.
And now,
(Contd. from previous issue) As she entered the bus, she was aware of a couple of eyebrows raising. She ignored them, though she was secretly thrilled at the attention. Now who will be the lucky one? she thought. Finally, her eyes rested on a thin guy in a black t-shirt, silently moving his head to the beat from his iPod, which she could faintly hear even from where she was standing.
She casually walked the aisle, like an out-of-work East European supermodel, and settled down with her bag in the seat next to him. She heard him audibly sniffing, unmindful of the fact that he could be heard. Her fruity perfume seemed to work as advertised. He fiddled with his iPod a little. Once she caught him taking a peek at her face. He turned away rapidly, but she knew he was checking her out.
She decided to give him a little thrill - as he changed tracks, she brushed against his arm as she straightened her bag. She felt his forearm tense, and smiled smugly at her ability to give this lesser creature some kind of joy.
Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Now this was too much - she hadn't given him any hints to try starting a conversation.
"Excuse me but my headphone cord is caught under your arm, could you move a little?"
I'll never understand the cold looks I get from strange women in the bus.
And now,
(Contd. from previous issue) As she entered the bus, she was aware of a couple of eyebrows raising. She ignored them, though she was secretly thrilled at the attention. Now who will be the lucky one? she thought. Finally, her eyes rested on a thin guy in a black t-shirt, silently moving his head to the beat from his iPod, which she could faintly hear even from where she was standing.
She casually walked the aisle, like an out-of-work East European supermodel, and settled down with her bag in the seat next to him. She heard him audibly sniffing, unmindful of the fact that he could be heard. Her fruity perfume seemed to work as advertised. He fiddled with his iPod a little. Once she caught him taking a peek at her face. He turned away rapidly, but she knew he was checking her out.
She decided to give him a little thrill - as he changed tracks, she brushed against his arm as she straightened her bag. She felt his forearm tense, and smiled smugly at her ability to give this lesser creature some kind of joy.
Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Now this was too much - she hadn't given him any hints to try starting a conversation.
"Excuse me
I'll never understand the cold looks I get from strange women in the bus.
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