tales from an ordinary world

2001-04-04

If I didn't know better, I would've sworn she was singing along. The girl in the old, old white ford, stopped at the lights next to me at my tram stop. The noisy fuzz of some random Matator act had just been replaced by a fairly minimally instrumented Pizzicato five track. Just as the singing started, the girl in the car started singing, too. But it couldn't be the same song. The odds...

While I'm on the tram home, a girl hugs her boyfriend and bites his nipple through his tshirt. Flashback to a few years ago, in a Safeway supermarket in Camberwell. In an empty aisle she cheekily groped me, but rather than enjoying the spontaneity like I should have, my paranoia took hold and I looked around for security cameras instead. I'm such a disappointment.