At recent summer day of this year, just arrived at bus pick-up point, obviously at somewhere in London. At five minutes time frame. I spotted beautiful Somali girl, who was directing her head toward a gadget, which must have been a tablet. I dont have one. The Sony Walkman is with phone now. Interval glances were exchanged during the brief hold-up. I was just candidly admiring her pleasing manners, and dignified appearance. To her, broad handsome face, cleanly shaven and with no single wrinkle, must seemed, no different, from usual admirers. Had to be restrained from speaking to her. Could foresee, being introduced to post-teen circle of friends, and then perhaps her father, who would have said. Who is he, what does he do, how old is he, and when all of those vital information are satisfied, would have demanded to keep clear, until she accomplishes all of her scheduled tasks. At final act of controlled play, as I climbed the narrow stairway to the upper-deck, momentary glance was made to her, so she felt good, and then went on by. She was not older than 20. Maturity in mind is crucial. She must be able to absorb whatever conversation meaningfully, accommodate what I do, and be flawless trophy in social theater. Moving on, during the journey, a white guy, who was convinced he was a hot-shot, came along, and sat at very front seat behind the front window. He then began looking back at her, regularly, who was at two rows behind at the parallel side. She never replied to him, once. Was quietly laughing without a sound. I was familiar with her mind viewpoint, but he did not. youtube/watch?v=1VO7LKnBWMk
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 06:14:43 +0000
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