Dear
Random Woman,
How
are you? Sorry, never mind. I wouldn’t care. The reason I am writing this is to
tell you how uncomfortable I was, sitting next to you. I also want to apologize
in advance because one way or another you will know you were the reason I capped my highlighter, closed my book (The
Science of Self Realization), put it down, and opened Evernote on my device to write this down. At this point, I don't
know you, and if we meet at some point in future, you are free to slap me silly, and know that I did it for the best. I have seen many cleavages as per my
current page in life. Surely, you did not have to wear that short dress whereby
when you sat down, I could feel my leg uncomfortably running through you bare
skin of your yellow - yellow thighs. I saw that too. For the record I am not a pervert.
Or maybe I am... However, not for your type. I don’t even know… I am on the
path to self realization as you probably noted while you peeped at my read
earlier. Yes, I don’t know me at times. You see, I was minding my own business.
When you asked me to hold your bag I accidentally saw the slightly fuzzy form
of what is supposed to be among the most beautiful creations. A creation meant
to be respected. A creation that nursed us all when we were infants.
Sustainer of early life. But my! Did you have to disrespect them that much as to
expose them in the way they were. And to think that I would spend the whole
journey trying to look at them. Noo!!! Woman... No!
I
was not interested in the least. Thank God, I did not start a conversation
because then you would have been in a real uncomfortable position. I could see and feel the heat and color flush on your face, how you felt like killing the driver when he told you the cops at the Kutus - Kerugoya
Junction will charge you for not having a seat belt. Too bad it had to cut
through what you thought was a well-packaged affair. I wanted to look but had I
looked, I would have alighted at Kagio and picked another Matatu. However, it is
not the cleavage I have a problem with. For the record, I have a Sister -
Sisters. Sisters, who know my sentiments regarding modes of dressing. Female
modes of dressing. Respect is the key word. I am poor at telling how good looking
you are or how fitting the situation is to your dress code. But if I can
respect you when I meet you, for me, you are well dressed. Then we can go to the
rest.
Showing
the cleavage is not a problem. Whatever suits your knife and fork. Now to think of me as the guy who would be
looking at your items from Kerugoya to Nairobi was just wrong!!!! Seated there
it felt like I was harassing you. Like, I was on a journey of cleavage
discovery. If you wanted them seen, you could have let them free and not acted as
if I wanted to borrow them. Or what felt like I was about to grab them. These past
few months in the sky have upgraded my periphery vision and I could see you
trying to check whether it's the book I am reading or it’s your cleavage I am
studying. No. My eyesight is good and very good for that matter. However, I did
not use it to check your cleavage out. I used to give you that confirmation that
I was not interested with them. Remember how you tried to pull up that dress.
Wondering whether to pull it down to cover your thighs or use it to prevent
your chattels from bad weather, which was my prying eyes. You then decided to
use your left hand to cover your right ~. Woman!!! We are at the front. Unfortunately,
the middle seat is much higher than your seat. People back there are thinking I
am checking you out. Therefore, I decided to clean my name. I was not looking
at your cleavage!!! The fuzzy bit was an accidental glance. If I had a Kikoy
with me or even a hoodie, I would have given it to you and asked for it once we
alight at Tearoom. So next time, dress well when travelling. I was sure if we
had hit one of the potholes near Sagana proper like a Supreme Shuttle driver I know, nothing would have kept them in place.
Cover the engine if you do not intend to fly and in case you are required to fly
under short notice that has never been a problem, you will figure something out.
Goodbye
for now. Sorry, goodbye for ever I don't look forward to ever meeting you under
such circumstances ever again. You are a potential tiny percentage of the other part of the untold side of a sexual offence waiting to happen. You leave me wondering whether to respect you or slap myself for even considering it. For the record, I would have told you, 'you are indecently dressed for a journey that long', but from
the looks of your face and size, you would have beaten me silly... I would not want to
be the main character to an audience of 12 in a mobile theater.
Hi. Same Old Drama, Different Day. This blog is about me and others, nature, life, blah blah and why everything I like is great even the hurting - still great. If you disagree with anything you find on this page, Well. . . You are probably right..
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