I saw him this morning on the eastbound Chicago Avenue bus, approx. 8:25 a.m. He was tall, rangy-yet-muscular with dark hair, light green eyes, and big, beautiful sculptor’s hands. He was reading a copy of The Seducer’s Diary by Kirkegaard, turning the pages with intense concentration, oblivious to the packed surroundings.
I’d like to turn him into a diary entry or six.
Anyone else carrying on commuter romances in their heads? I can’t be the only one reaping the rewards of summer scoping.
Oh no, girlfriend, you are not alone.
Reading Kierkegaard. On a bus. And I’m assuming, able to get it all despite the surroundings. What focus!
If some little pedant comes along corrects my initial misspelling of Kierkegaard, he or she will be flamed to a crisp. :o It’s even more embarrassing since I took a class on Kierkegaard and Nietzsche in college, read all his books, and got a decent grade. Which knowledge would help me greatly in soothing the torturned boyish soul of my lust object. Did I mention that the professor of that class was a total babe, in the “silver-haired and silver-tongued college professor with a commanding presence” vein?
Stories about your commuter lust objects ONLY, people!
Oh, and BunnyGirl, I would have noticed him even without the overserious literature. That was just a bonus.
That was me.
[sub]Except it was in New York. On the Subway. And I was reading a Dean Koontz novel. And my eyes are blue. And I’m more chubby than “rangy.” Aw…forget it.[/sub]