Whaddya say?

So, I'm on the train this morning and there's this really REALLY fit blonde girl who's obviously looking at me. I know this, cuz she's doing the stuff I do when I spot a tasty lady I can't keep my eyes off. I can feel her looking at me as I read the paper, and as I look up at her, she darts her eyes away. Too funny.

I was worried to start with that I was disfigured in some way - something on my face? Bovril smear or toothpaste in the corner of my face? You see, I don't get "the eye", so I'm not used to it. The "stink eye" maybe.

Having told this to a co-worker today (you have to if it doesn't happen to you that often!), I was asked why I didn't approach this girl on the train.

Call it shyness, call it what you want, but I wouldn't really know what to say or how to begin a cold conversation like that. I'm sure a silk-tongued smoothie would have no trouble and I guess that's why I'm single.

Flattered that I was eyed up by a tall fit blonde, but God... do I lose my bottle quick or what.