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elfsThis afternoon, I took the bus home early so Omaha could fulfill her responsibilities without haing to run around and deal with the children. I was on the bus at the same time that the local high school got out, and when it reached the transit center, two girls, probably both seniors, got on and set in the seat in front of mine. One was a girl with that lovely melange of European, Hispanic and African blood that results in broad hips, a lively face, and well-cared for long, dark springy curls with hints of gold in them. Her companion is one of those pale sylphs glamour photographers pant over waiting to turn 18, although she lacked a certain kind of verve. They both came across as typical seniors: a little tired, a little beat down by the world, trying to talk the talk and keep up appearances. I'm not sure how much of that may have been projection.
They were sitting at a slight angle to me. While I watched them, I saw the darker-skinned girl hand the other a sheet of folded up paper, torn fresh from a notebook. I couldn't make out much of what was written on it, but I could clearly make out the headline, written and re-written in big, bold pencil strokes (but still, in a girly, frilly way): "Good friends make the world go 'round, but friends with benefits make MY world!." The thin girl looked shocked, hit the other on the arm, then the two bumped their heads and giggled madly.
Neither one of them made my gaydar go off, but it may be defective or out of date these days. Unfortunately, it was my time to get off the bus right then, and I never learned more about them.
They were sitting at a slight angle to me. While I watched them, I saw the darker-skinned girl hand the other a sheet of folded up paper, torn fresh from a notebook. I couldn't make out much of what was written on it, but I could clearly make out the headline, written and re-written in big, bold pencil strokes (but still, in a girly, frilly way): "Good friends make the world go 'round, but friends with benefits make MY world!." The thin girl looked shocked, hit the other on the arm, then the two bumped their heads and giggled madly.
Neither one of them made my gaydar go off, but it may be defective or out of date these days. Unfortunately, it was my time to get off the bus right then, and I never learned more about them.
