Allow me to tell you a cautionary tale.
I was on the train as usual, minding my own business, when perhaps my ideal woman sat opposite to me. Beautiful, finely sculpted features - jet black hair and indian (who if you ask me are mostly all beautiful). So anyway, you see hot ladies all the time. But they don't all take the time to gaze deeply into your eyes and smile at you the whole journey. Am I the only person who enjoys smiling at strangers on trains? Maybe it's an English thing this whole not looking at one another lest we glimpse some small flicker of humanity in each other. Anyway. Every so often our eyes meet and she smiles so openly that it makes me want to cry. I'm preparing my opening line, in my head we've already been together for years. But I still don't say anything. Every time she smiles at me, it looks slightly more wistful. Until finally she gets up and leaves the station before mine. My carefully rehearsed plans to find some way of asking her out all topple and she's gone, and perhaps the only time in my life that the girl of my dreams comes and sits opposite me on the train and smiles at me has passed me by. My only consolation is that I have no idea if she was beautiful on the inside too. She might have been a harpy? A pretty, smiling, harpy...
I'm sure you all have a story like that too. The moral of the story is, say something you idiot.
*sigh*
I was on the train as usual, minding my own business, when perhaps my ideal woman sat opposite to me. Beautiful, finely sculpted features - jet black hair and indian (who if you ask me are mostly all beautiful). So anyway, you see hot ladies all the time. But they don't all take the time to gaze deeply into your eyes and smile at you the whole journey. Am I the only person who enjoys smiling at strangers on trains? Maybe it's an English thing this whole not looking at one another lest we glimpse some small flicker of humanity in each other. Anyway. Every so often our eyes meet and she smiles so openly that it makes me want to cry. I'm preparing my opening line, in my head we've already been together for years. But I still don't say anything. Every time she smiles at me, it looks slightly more wistful. Until finally she gets up and leaves the station before mine. My carefully rehearsed plans to find some way of asking her out all topple and she's gone, and perhaps the only time in my life that the girl of my dreams comes and sits opposite me on the train and smiles at me has passed me by. My only consolation is that I have no idea if she was beautiful on the inside too. She might have been a harpy? A pretty, smiling, harpy...

I'm sure you all have a story like that too. The moral of the story is, say something you idiot.
*sigh*
Instead.. what happend today.. I was wearin my Slipknot tank goin to a jam session when this guy across from me starts playin slipknot from his phone.
Don't get me wrong it was awesome... but he looked like a bogan who stole the phone... not my type hunny...
but anyway
yeah i agree say something