Have you ever been in a situation where you are being strip search with another person's eyes alone?
If you are a beautiful girl or a handsome man, maybe that happens a lot and you are used to it.
But me, I am your common everyday fungi that hold nothing interesting visually what so ever.
If you were to see me in person, you eyes would have just slink away to something else without even knowing it.
So if and when people were to pay attention to me, two things come to mind.
Firstly, what in the world is she looking at?
The second would be "Is my fly undone?"
Thus we start with my newest dilemma.
Why am I attracting people’s attention?
Now if this were to happen once within a day, I would say "just a coincidence".
But when it happens several times in a day for a few consecutive weeks.
That becomes something of a problem.
Did I mention that it has escalated to the point where I was groped in public?
I shit you not.
I have NEVER been groped by a stranger before.
NEVER.
I don't even get groped by my wife and especially not in a public area.
And yet it happened.
This is the kind of thing that happens in a movie but not real life.
So why is it happening to me?
Yes, it was just the once and I COULD be paranoid.
But what if I told you that people have been "exposing" themselves to me knowing full well that I had 100% access to the visual candy.
And it has happen twice under different circumstances, during different time and day.
The most recent one being this morning.
Like all working days, I take the Light Rail to work.
It’s convenient and allows me the time I need to catch up on my reading.
The traffic was normal and it was moderately packed.
So there I was dutifully reading "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief" when this young nubile girl suddenly appeared in front of me.
The place where I was standing is not exactly the most comfortable one within the train so it’s less crowded as people tend to avoid it.
Normally my neighbors would be young kids or old geezers who do not want to be bothered.
So imagine my surprise when she showed up.
She is what I term a looker.
Someone who will definitely capture male radars.
Wearing a light colored shirt, a bluish skirt and a black DELL bag over her shoulder.
The shirt was what you will call "flexible" and could be made to expose or hide her goods at will.
And in this case, it was set to expose.
Full exposure.
I could see right down her cleavage and her pink bra.
The best part was that the view was meant for me alone.
If you were to stand beside her, her shirt would block the view nicely.
Now you can still say that I paranoid.
I mean, girls have always dressed to make statements.
"I am sexy"
"I am beautiful"
"I am not yours"
The kind that I am used to.
But this one was very different.
What if I told you that she looked at me directly and smiled?
Yep.
Smiled.
The kind that one gets when you are invited over for coffee and more.
What did I do?
I blushed, or course.
Deep dark red blushing.
I must have looked like a Christmas light bulb.
She noticed and did a giggle.
Which made me go redder.
Blood was coursing my veins in speeds too fast for my comfort.
My brain would be mashed if I did not control my breathing soon.
So I purposely put my ring finger in front of her while pretending to shift my book and smiled back.
She saw at the ring and looked back up as if saying "So? What’s the problem?"
It’s been a while since I had been in the game.
But I am pretty sure I have NEVER been approached this way before.
Maybe if I was still single, I would have taken it up.
But as it stands now, my heart belongs to my other half.
So I did what I always do.
I walked away.
I shifted my body away from her and moved towards the other end of the cabin.
Got off in the next stopped, which incidentally was the one before I intended, and walked the rest of my way to work.
Letting the warm morning sun burn away the tension that set between my legs.
I hope these stops soon.
My pants are killing me.