I’m on the train...waiting to leave.
Within six feet of me are seven people. Five are men...shaven men dressed as doctors. They are the least charismatic people I ever did see...partly due to the slack jaw and their desire to “get fucked”. Opposite them are two women...dressed in furry shoes and skirts that could warrant being belts. They are falling out of their clothes and one just said “does my arm smell?”.
Now, the other is adjusting her face, like the makeup on her, quite frankly, disgustingly overdone mush will make the difference between Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong tonight. Because – wearing a top that looks like you’ve been overfilled, Lord knows the men are going to be bothered about anything from the neck up...unless it allows them a phallic entry, which – I do belive judging by the woman in question – it probably will.
It upsets me that these women obviously care about how they look in the face department...because the way they’re dressed I can imagine the club they will be frequenting...men won’t give a single care about their face.
I’m late for meeting the most wonderful woman in the world....and I felt the need to post an angry blog about it.
PS: For the record, the two women in question look like they’ve had more cocks in them than a henhouse, and that is almost as amusing as it is sad.
