Today I had the weirdest encounter. Something that only happens in romance novels and warped alternate dimensions. Weird, really weird.

I was getting home by public transport as usual and the bus was packed full. We were like sardines in a can. I was in a safe corner originally, but I swapped places with a woman with two small children and a big belly. Lucky she had her husband with her.

Anyway, as usual, my dear iPod froze, as it does every 2 hours or so and since I couldn't move, I had to bear with no music. (Couldn't move? I was holding on to the handrail for dear life!) Anyway, I was craning my neck to see if they have pushed the button so I could push my way out at the next stop... And I saw people trying to push forward to get closer to the door. Like there was any empty place over there. Thanks to that I had someone press themselves up to my back. I started praying it wasn't some pervy old man.

Then I hear "Your hair smells really nice." mumbled right into my ear. Scared me like nothing else, it did. So I turn around by reflex, shocked, and I come face-to jawbone with some young guy. Well, ok, he was kinda pretty in an androgynous sort of way with long, curly hair, high cheekbones, lush lips... he spelled jailbait with perfect grammar in a dozen languages. So I didn't wait to see if I'd end up smooching the guy when the bus jolted us again.

And my neck hurt so I couldn't see his expression when I turned to look at him. I kinda hope he thought I was younger or someone else. Otherwise he might be having problems.

Anyway, by then the grannies pushing from a few paces away arrived to where I was standing, pushing us further back into another bunch of people causing a commotion that ended with some tired-looking middle aged guy telling them what stupid, idiotic things they were to try to push forward in a packed-full, moving vehicle when they could have waited till it stopped and had its doors open.

The rant ended short when the doors opened and I left without a backward glance.

I really don't know what that guy was thinking... And really, I don't wanna know until he turns 21. Oh and yeah, I used the shampoo you gave me for my b-day, Eleanor.