Sat on her husbands lap
April 2006
Today.
Sat in Boston, drinking house coffee. Across the room, a large party, families, wives, husbands and children. They took up a third of the room and a quarter of the seating.
One woman stands out from the rest, one because she is asian, probably (like Maggie) from Hong Kong, second because she is very attractive.
I read my book, stopping to look around the room, my eyes drawn to this woman. Each time I look at her, she is looking at me. Then after a second or two she looks away.
I see her talk, smiling at her friends, but always glancing back at me.
All the time, sat on her husbands lap.
Today.
Sat in Boston, drinking house coffee. Across the room, a large party, families, wives, husbands and children. They took up a third of the room and a quarter of the seating.
One woman stands out from the rest, one because she is asian, probably (like Maggie) from Hong Kong, second because she is very attractive.
I read my book, stopping to look around the room, my eyes drawn to this woman. Each time I look at her, she is looking at me. Then after a second or two she looks away.
I see her talk, smiling at her friends, but always glancing back at me.
All the time, sat on her husbands lap.
posted by something from me at 10:02 pm
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