I find that flattering in a deep level, but disturbing and irked on the surface, where my sexuality lives. I am irked by the stares, the Google eyes, the aggressive shukaansi. It is truly frightening. My vanity, however, is charmed. A continuous of young men in universities who are charmed and fall in love hard for yours truly. Strangers, who are lost in my person. I decided to take the train today to the library and collect my book reserved I had reserved. While I was waiting for my train, this charming young man, of Red Indian descent, sat next to me, and just had this sweet, puppy love eyes on me. (He had stunning face that had soulful wise beauty) I was lost in the excitement of my book, not giving him any attention. (this was coming back home.) He had clean Nike snickers that next to the preoccupation of starring at me, he was busy occupied by his shoes, constantly wiping and looking at his snickers incase of any dirt on it. A young white fat girl, his age, passed by him and complimented him on his hat. (the hat was ugly, it was one of those green, camouflage hats worn by fishermen and hunters, usually by white trash men). The boy was disgusted with this poor fat white girl, that he looked at her with disdainful, disgusting stare. For some reason, I reacted immediately, by saying---first smiling at him, and second--I said "u should be nice. You should say, Thank you" He smiled back and continued to awkwardly stare at me. Then after like 6 minutes and 18 seconds ---he finally had the confidence to talk to me. He asked:
"Do you know, what time it is"?
In which I obliged and told him the time. He said thank you to me sweetly, which I knew, he was just pretending. I am sure he had a cell phone, but he wanted to just talk to me, but he didn't have that confidence necessary to facilitate his deep desires. (THANK GOD!!!!!)
Anyway--- It was a lovely Sunny day today.

