Thursday, March 24


Is it wrong to allow the sighting of one or more pretty girls on the train this morning put me in a good mood for the rest of the day? It's interesting how these things come in clumps - think buses, but smaller and prettier.

I long came to the conclusion that I'll never randomly approach a girl that I don't know. It's just not in me to do so, whatever their reaction will be. I mean, sure, I have no problems talking to strangers or treating someone I just met like I've known them for years, but that initially requires slightly more context than for both of us to be on our daily commute to work.

Anyway, accepting this fact is quite liberating. Rather than fantasising about how charming and funny I'll be in breaking the ice with a strange and pretty girl, I can just concentrate on allowing their exquisiteness to wash over me and put me on a high for the rest of the day. And that can only be a good thing, right?