Saw a stunner on the skytrain today. Noticed her as soon as I stepped in the door because I am always scanning my environment for that. I honestly wish I could turn it off but it simply isn’t an option. I am the result of millions of years of evolution and sexual selection. If I’m not hungry and looking for food my radar is pinging the vicinity for the healthiest possible candidate to bear my progeny. Is there anything as pretty as a so pretty girl to a man? I assure you that for me there is not.
She was tall. Almost as tall as me, which is quite tall for an Asian. Her shoes only added an inch–the rest was real genetics. Her legs were long, brown, and impossibly smooth looking. Her face was flat, her skin a dark brown. She wasn’t Thai. She looked Malaysian. Burmese. Cambodian maybe? Definitely a mixture of some sort. She wore a black skirt and gray sweater top underneath a track jacket. Black leather purse with a marijuana leaf embroidered on it. Early twenties. Knew how to put on her makeup–not that she needed any. If she wasn’t a model she was at the very least a rich cool kid.
Her companion bore some resemblance to that Zayn guy the girls are all fawning over. Not big. Slim, sporting a crew cut and a few days growth on his sharp jawline. Wearing a t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and Roshe Runs. The ubiquitous urban leisure wear look of the apathetic and affluent. Cozy, I guess. Also lazy and unprepared. He looked vaguely Asian. Definitely mixed as well, probably part Caucasian.
I pretended to scan my twitter feed while really I enviously watched the couple talk intimately to each other in familiar tones, occasionally leaning in to nuzzle nose to cheek. I’m not ashamed to admit I was envious. To me it was only natural to feel so, and I experienced the emotion honestly. I knew I would quickly tire of this prize were I to attain it, as I had countless times before. It’s true that nothing is as good as it seems. Luckily, the inverse is also usually the case.
As if on cue, the lovers started quarreling in front of me. Nothing overt or embarrassing, but where once they had been inches apart now the girl was facing away from him, arms crossed, looking outside the train window with an angered look on her face. The man (boy really) approached, cornered her, but she turned her back to him again. I have no idea who said what but was utterly unsurprised by the discord.
The train stopped and they both disembarked before I could witness the conclusion of this intimate public feud. I hope the fight got worse, culminating in a violent and passionate release of their pent up sexual tension.
I knew as soon as I saw them that neither of them knew how good they had it. We never do, and even if we did I doubt we could be bothered to do anything about it.