The Beauty and the Bus

Salut,

sitting in the bus again, as I do on an almost daily basis (if you don't count week-ends and days when I take the train, or bring the car downtown). I was walking under the rain in the parking lot and thinking that it's been a while since I told you bus stories involving good looking girls.

Oddly enough, I'm currently sitting besides two beautiful young women, both with long dark hair and pale colored eyes. Maybe they are twins??? Hhhhuuummmmm twiiiiinss.... :-)

One of them has a very good-looking diamond ring on the third finger of her left hand... Lucky man... Lucky man... The other one is reading a book, so I can't see her fingers... The book is in English, but I can't see the title... ho well...

The bus is packed (as usual, which is actually a good thing, less cars on the street, or at least, across the bridge). We're sitting on the three side benches that we must flip to sit on, so not too comfortable, and my left arm is stuck against a little half wall/handle by the side door, so it is not easy to type... But it is worth it... The young woman reading besides me smells pretty good... :-)

What? Can't I enjoy this? If we put perfume (or use any other perfumed products on our body), isn't it so that others appreciate our smell? How often do you hear someone say that they appreciate the smell in a jam-packed bus? So think again before calling me a pervert (or whatever other term you might have came up with) when I tell you that I like the smell of the beautiful young woman reading besides me with her paled colored eyes brightening through her long dark hair... OK?

I know, I know, most of you reading this have heard me say things like that before, and if you are still reading this far, it is because you appreciate it... No need to thank me... But please leave a comment if you feel like it, right TD? :-)

We just got off the bridge now. Not that I can see a thing through the wet and humid windows, I just feel it on my butt... We stopped getting the bridge bumps and now we are getting the bad road vibrations we always get on the island...

We have a tendency to blame the city (or the province) for the bad state of our roads, and they truly deserve a large portion of that blame... But there isn't much that can be done against our local weather, without substantially more money, and I don't often hear people saying that we don't give enough money to the government... But hey... If we can't complain about the way the government takes care of our roads, what can we complain about? Not the smell of the people in a jam-packed bus, right? At least... Not me... Not today... When sitting besides the Beauty in the bus... :-)

Cool… We just got passed the first stop (the only one before the terminus), and neither of my beautiful neighbors stepped out… Let’s see how long our paths will be the same… I might tell you more about it a little later… Maybe before I actually post this… but then again… maybe not… We’ll see… Till then… HAVE FUN!!! :-)

BYE
MAD