Something strange happened to me today, and I feel guilty and bad. However, it left me a little bit “glistening” if that makes any sense. I was waiting for a connecting bus to get home and someone walked by me: reasonably attractive, and listening to music. They sort of tucked their shirt in, but a mid-drift was exposed while doing this for a quick second. I continued reading my book.

We both seemed to get on the same bus. I sat in the back, and they sat in the front facing. I was reading, and then doing the true French thing, I sort of caught myself staring. Only about about 3m away from me, I thought that they realised that it was a lingering look, and then started to grin. I clearly went a shade of scarlet, smiled a little bit and buried my head in the book. I couldn’t concentrate on the words for the full 5 minute bus ride, and I couldn’t help being evasive in my glance, until I rang the bell to get off the bus.

I was looking down, but could see out of the corner of my eye that they was staring at me sort of grinning. I looked up, pressed the door-opening button, looked quickly with that sort of bashful smile, and tried not to fall out of the bus in descending. I walked all the way home with this silly grin on my face, sort of glowing. Even now as I’m typing this it’s still a grin, but I feel I did something so stupid and embarrassing! 8|

So I used to praise Twisto, our transit company for it’s awesomness but I can’t help but take a moment to explain how malcontent I am. Not only are, and every other possible organisation in France, going on strike on Thursday, but since I commute to work using the busses and trams, I sometimes frequent the same people. On old man, namely that is Corisican, likes to sit down next to me and talk to me. It used to be okay and I don’t mind, but then he started asking me personal questions and I totally was freaked out. Not to mention that I was huddled into the corner of the seat trying to stay away from him and he kept getting closer.

Why do I have to be plagued with such horrible demographics of people that find themselves drawn to me?

On a random other note, I need laundry soap; we are in need and I bought it last time. I’m too weak to carry it from the sore, so I’m hoping for some prince charming to lift it for me. Yes I’m weak, yes I’m meak, but I seem to not be too upset about it. At least not today.