I've always been a pretty observant person mainly because I enjoy making up little stories for each individual by how they are dressed, how they act, and basically the things they do and say.
I think I'm quite accurate unless I'm in a strange mood and I have my characters somehow mingling together among ponies and flappers.
Don't ask. You had to be there, sorry.
I realized today that a smile was the key to all my problems on the bus. And this troubles me.
Are we so jaded that a smile can only mean that a girl is interested in you? Could it be too hard to imagine that the girl is just happy to be alive and working that morning and wants to spread a little joy?
Is it so hard to believe that no intentions are meant behind that smile except for the small hope of getting one in return?
It really really saddened me, people. I thought maybe, just maybe, I was wrong. Today's observations did not disprove my 'theory'.
Obviously the women who boarded the bus smiled in return for there was a small chance a young girl (me) would be coming on to them with a smile. But all the men, young and old, gave me a funny look at first and then continued to stare at me the whole duration of the bus ride. Some of them tried to strike up a conversation, which I didn't mind too much, but they all ended up down the same road, "You got a man?" Or "What does your boyfriend have to say about you riding the bus all by yourself?" or "Can I getcher numbah?"
You'll have to trust me on this that they were all pretty damn flirtatious with me. Instead of flattering I thought it was really sad.
I don't want to stop smiling :( I guess I was just brought up to be friendly and you do that with a smile. I think it's rude to avoid eye contact and frown. Or if someone enters the room you should acknowledge their presence.
Am I wrong?