today on the train back from lunch with my dad i found myself staring at a cute pre-teen. He had that fresh, plumped faced thing going on that only the young ever pull off. he had black curly hair, sparkly eyes, the start of bumfluff and an oddly attractive missing tooth (the look was attractive, that is, not the tooth, which i assume was probably a bit manky hence its absence) near the front of his mouth (though not one of the front one).
He's alluring, i thought to myself. Far too young for me by a good few years but give him time...
and then he started talking to the person next to her, yes, her, for i realised in an instant that as Lou Reed so lyrically put it 'he was a she'. i had been oggling a pre-pubescent girl!
next week, i marry a fruit bat.
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not sure what is creepier, oggling pre-pubescents of either sex, or doing it while accompanied by your father. SOME self editing is allowed in blogs yaknow.
MM
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