this was the 240 to Bakewell, from Sheffield, and at Fox Houses, lo and behold, a fox did come out of his house! I had been boy spotting the whole journey, for some reason deciding to be obnoxiously gay and eyeing up every half decent male i could find. But we stopped by Fox Houses and on comes this boy who just looks like sex. I can't think of any other way to describe him - tallish, bad jeans, but nice lip ring, short black hair, really fucking cute, young. But he was totally checking me out, dude, and i was him. He got off at Grindleford, making eye contact thank you very much.
A small victory, i know, but every baby step i take towards actually acheving human contact is worth noting. Here.
But now how do i make something of a situation like that? maybe i don't. fuck it, it was nice....
If you were that boy, return to me
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