The morning bus ride

Salut,

sitting in the bus again... Maybe I should change the name of this blog for the MAD Bus rides... I often have a lot of things going through my mind while I ride on the morning bus from the far away country where I decided to build my nest a few years ago, known as the suburbs (or the 450 zone for the Montrealers).

So yesterday, I was talking about that cute girl sitting besides me. That's one of the few entertainment of riding the bus everyday. But it can also be compensated by the occasional big fat stinky guy... life is not "always" good. But yesterday it was. I could feel the warmth of her lap in contact with the side of mine, and it gave all the meaning to the expression: "she's hot!".

A friend of mine told me that he likes watching other people in the bus (what else is there to do if you are not writing a blog on the bus?). What he finds more interesting actually, is to watch people watching other people.

It kind of confirms the fact that woman are much more subtle and complex than us stupid males. My friend noticed that when a woman looks at a man (or event at another woman actually), she'll be very careful not to be noticed. And when she can get a good look, she'll go all the way from head to toes... Us men?... Easy.... We go straight for the boobs... Which reminds me... the cute girl of yesterday's ride... I didn't notice her boobs... Ho well... Another hint that I have a very strong feminine side... But don't think twice, I'm a real man... :0)

Back to yesterday's cutie, or actually, any woman that I look at in buses. I find it interesting to have a large enough samples of different styles. I try to imagine myself with one or the other, in bed or at a dinner with friends, and I get to refine my tastes in woman (well, at least the physical part, though I often guess their personalities by the way they look, they dress or even move, facial expression can say a lot about how someone thinks and even what she thinks about). And it always impress me how a first look can be misleading.

When I first saw to cute one yesterday, I took the opportunity to sit besides her. It wasn't that good a move, since I couldn't really look at her while sitting besides her. But, at least, I could feel the warmth of her body (or at least her left leg, but I can't imagine the rest of her body being much colder, anyway). So I wrote about and fantasized a bit about here, and imagined all sorts of things that I will spare you from (at least for now, we barely know each other).

But when we got out of the bus, I finally got to have a good look at her... And.... blehh.... disappointment... She wasn't that cute after all. It's like all those cases where I met a girl on the net and became very found of her via our virtual flirting, go so excited, couldn't wait to see her, touch her and everything... And when the day came... Again... Bleh... Disappointment...

But I told you, I'm a real men, so most of these times, I went all the way, just in case... Looking for that magic that might be hidden in there, in this body that didn't attract my senses that much... But no... A woman would have known... She would not have gone very far with me if she didn't find me attractive enough... So I guess that's a skill my feminine side doesn't have... Unless I can learn... What do you think?

Ok, we're getting close to the terminus, and then I'll have a nice walk downtown to get to the office. We have marvelously clear sunny sky this morning... A little chilly... but a great morning... So depending when you get to read this, I wish you a great day, or night, or whatever...

till Tomorrow, maybe in the bus again...

BYE
MAD