written by owen on 2008-Jan-28.

She was mildly attractive with a low cut blouse and pamphlets about disabled kids in a folder as if she had just come from a conference. I assumed she was a basic school teacher like most are if not that a church girl or a monkey. As she took out her phone out of her incredibly large purse, I was already turning off my phone. The bus and the fact that the hot younger girl sat in the wrong seat. She was about 30 plus and had one maybe 2 kids - as I get older I tend to not fear the curse of attachments that I download will affect my computer. Life is either a perilous adventure or nothing. A freckle on the nose of life's complexion.

My assumptions were correct for she preceded to argue with her 5 year old daughter on the phone about why she love other people yard more than her own - she was a bit clingy like paint on a dry wall. It was clearly important to her and I listened patiently because I had the window seat, trapped, the bus was full and my Jedi mind tricks are yet to prove profitable. I listened, she spoke. She was well endowed and had a strong conviction for what she was saying, it was important to her as I said before in the last sentence.

You tend to not talk about relationships and common-law marriages when you first meet a woman, especially on the bus where she could shank me many times when I laughed at her misconceptions, dreams that were fables, the married man calling her at dinner time wanting to eat her. I don't remember how the conversation progressed, it just happens, once you get pass the barrier. A good hour into the bus ride I hadn't even asked her her name - I forget at times and she'll want me to remember it. I haven't even asked her up until the point when she went off into the darkness. She wanted to continue the conversation and adjusted her bra strap to that effect but I couldn't save her - she had to learn to save her self.

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