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Aug. 4th, 2008 06:33 pmToday while walking downtown I saw:
A beautiful pair of twin teenage girls, with dark straight hair and striking blue eyes. They were filled with that powerful aura that women have when they are at their pinnacle of youth.
A sexy tanned woman in black tights and boots, she had dark hair in a ponytail with the front upswept. She was also very aware of her appeal, casting disinterested, proud gazes before heading into a Topshop outlet. She was older, darker with knowledge, she seemed even more powerful. I doubt any man could resist her.
Behind me, in the line for the bus, I saw a mother and two girls, and a boy in his pram. He had a delicious fluffy cream-coloured bunny which they would shake in front of him and he would squeal with laughter. I couldn't help smiling. His eyes were china blue and large as saucers.
In the midst of my voyeurism I looked up at a window across the street, which was a McDonalds outlet, and through the big window I saw a man seated there, observing me. Nothing makes me nervous like being observed. He quickly looked away and so did I. It is strange, I think, for them to see an Asian girl. I am reminded of that Oriental stereotype, Geisha.
Passing a bright blue Stagecoach bus I see the bus driver with shocking blue eyes, they match the bus perfectly, I am tempted to shout out some nonsense about the bus matching his eyes but of course I don't.
This weekend I am taking a friend to Edinburgh, where hopefully I will show her castles and museums and so on.
A beautiful pair of twin teenage girls, with dark straight hair and striking blue eyes. They were filled with that powerful aura that women have when they are at their pinnacle of youth.
A sexy tanned woman in black tights and boots, she had dark hair in a ponytail with the front upswept. She was also very aware of her appeal, casting disinterested, proud gazes before heading into a Topshop outlet. She was older, darker with knowledge, she seemed even more powerful. I doubt any man could resist her.
Behind me, in the line for the bus, I saw a mother and two girls, and a boy in his pram. He had a delicious fluffy cream-coloured bunny which they would shake in front of him and he would squeal with laughter. I couldn't help smiling. His eyes were china blue and large as saucers.
In the midst of my voyeurism I looked up at a window across the street, which was a McDonalds outlet, and through the big window I saw a man seated there, observing me. Nothing makes me nervous like being observed. He quickly looked away and so did I. It is strange, I think, for them to see an Asian girl. I am reminded of that Oriental stereotype, Geisha.
Passing a bright blue Stagecoach bus I see the bus driver with shocking blue eyes, they match the bus perfectly, I am tempted to shout out some nonsense about the bus matching his eyes but of course I don't.
This weekend I am taking a friend to Edinburgh, where hopefully I will show her castles and museums and so on.
