Staring Contests On The Train Home (Part 4)

Home Through The City Circle

There was no stopping my satisfaction as I walked to the station and jumped on the next available train. As the time was 5:00 p.m. I figured that the workers at H.I.H. (My new position) would just be heading home in which I might see some of them on the train. On that note, I thought that there would be a slight chance that I would see Lyssa on the way home but as the train went the long way through the City Circle I knew that was becoming more of a barren premonition.

The train was relatively empty when I jumped on at Wynyard but regardless, I sat in a chair next to an older guy reading his paper. Behind me was the last seat in the same direction which were in the middle of the train. There was a blonde girl sitting in this seat which I was going to sit next to at first but I thought it would be too obvious so I sat in front of her.

Despite my blind side views I had a girl sitting in front of me and on the smaller seats to the side. Her I did view on some occasions on the way home but my main view was of a chick around the age of 26 standing down where the doors are. She had a beautifully chiseled face, bronzed hair and an Italian or Yugoslavian type look. Being skinny, talkative and confident in her speaking, she brought out an interest within me that stemmed from my purity of a lover.

It’s hard to explain her but it wasn’t her beauty that attracted me, it was mostly how she handled herself in conversation, how confident and boasting she sounded. I was drawn to her lips and what transpired from them but I was also taken by the chiseled features of her cheeks and how her face was so beautifully Macedonian.

There was also another girl sitting down on the floor near the doors, reading a book and occasionally looking up. However, when I did glance at her whilst looking at this older beauty I noted she was attractively staring. Therefore, I decided to look back at her with intrigue and was surprised when she tried smiling at me but it came out all wrong and lacking confidence.

I wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing so in my own little cage, I decided not to interact with my own smile. From this point on she looked upset with herself and as she cupped her head shamefully in he hands it looked as if she tried to take a chance but it never worked out for her. This made me feel bad but there was nothing I could do.

Despite my looking towards her, when she looked at me I looked at her only through the corner of my eye, hoping that it wouldn’t startle her and shame her more. When I did look at her she shunned away and thus, it didn’t give me a chance to redeem her courage. Alack, mine was naught and if aught she had flashed her tits at me (Which were rather inviting) I probably still would have been humbled to my seat, in fear of stepping out of such a rustic cage.

A Stare At Campbelltown

All these girls jumped off before Campbelltown arrived but when finally heading to Campbelltown I made my way to the doors. Whilst on the way downstairs I spotted a tiny little Asian chick, probably around the height of Jewell. As I walked past her I noted that she was looking at me through the dark reflection in her window. Paying no real attention to this I made my way downstairs and it was when I peered up that I got my biggest shock.

To my surprise, this good looking girl who had thoughts racing in my mind like “I want to go out with an Asian one day” was staring straight at me. At first I was polite enough to look away but I kept looking towards her intrigued. Eventually I kept staring at her as she was inflamed with he eyes towards me and for at least thirty seconds while the train had stopped we were staring.

Unpredictable was her stare that in one extreme I thought her look was to disembowel me because I raped her mother and on the other extreme, I thought she was playing a game I would normally play when infatuated. This intimidation that I have never really experienced to that extent had me turn my eyes from her and when I did go to look again seconds later she did avert he eyes.

Therefore, it was somewhat of a competition to see who would look away and as I thought it was a dominance thing I was confused when she sat herself down out of my view. The staring indeed was peculiar and as I jumped off the train I tried to walk slower so that she would catch up but in the end of it all, she ended up walking up the stairs instead of outside. This meant that she either had a car waiting on the other side of the tracks or she was just plain weird and on a psychopath mission, you pick…

Eyes On The Bus

Ridiculed with many beautiful and admirable women from which I had courted with none, the raillery continued as I waited patiently for the bus. There was another girl to my liking in which I sat one spot away from her, once again to avoid apparent male allured behavior. When jumping on the bus I noticed that blonde girl from Chevy’s that’s had a baby, has been married but is still young.

You know, the chick that danced with Ace that night because I decided to stick away from her, knowing how many bundles of joy she’s been impregnated with. However, as I sat behind her I noticed that she looked rather respectable and although I thought she had an attraction to her, she was a tad more engaging Tuesday night. The girl I had originally tried to sit next to outside wasn’t showing much sign that she knew I was even in the bus so I diverted most of my energy to whom I sat behind.

It wasn’t surprising that this blonde in front of me was trying to shroud her real intentions of taking a glimpse at me by pretending she was looking out the window and turning all the way around to see. Through the times and ever since Chevy’s this girl has had an passion for me and believe me, I don’t think I’m being a modest. Her frantic attempts to check me out didn’t go unchecked and if I had a bit more confidence in myself, I would have started to chat with her.

However, when I did jump off at my stop I was surprised that it wasn’t her usual stop. Nevertheless, she did check me out as I jumped off the bus and I found her jumping up to press the buzzer for the next stop. Counting my missed opportunities I headed home with my head half bowed for lost opportunity and held high for job opportunity founded.

Plans For The Week

Arriving home from the treacherous chill of the wintry night I had myself the first meal to eat since leaving home. The time was 6:30 p.m. when I arrived home and the only thing I had eaten that morning was a small amount of yogurt before leaving. But dang, that’s where I’m again going to have to leave my chronological saga for the sake of another late-drawn night. The time right now has just clicked onto 1:00 a.m. and if I want to have any chance of finding clothes for work tomorrow I sure as hell have to get some sleep now.

Just quickly, my plans are to check out some clothes tomorrow so I can buy them on Monday. Tomorrow night I will also borrow some ties from Keith to tie me over for the week until I get paid. Friday I will hand in my form and order a concession card for cheaper bus fares and train fares on Monday. Friday night will be at the Catholic Club with everyone and I’m not sure about Saturday or Sunday night but chances are that Lyssa will probably call again.

Just a small note, Friday is the 21st and not that it means anything to me anymore, Lyssa might vaguely remember our anniversary and for that reason call. When Monday finally comes I will head to the City whilst I take out my money and buy a ticket before jumping on the train. When at lunch or at the end of my day I will purchase the clothing that I had placed on hold from tomorrow and from there I will kiss my free days goodbye and welcome the hard earned dollar although, so generously given.