This Woman

She gets on the train. She's wearing tight jeans rolled up with black boots. Hmm...I like her style. She's got on an orange top that hangs to her hips and tied about 3 inches above. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She was confident with a huge freaking nose. "How? How can one be that secure with a nose like that?" I ask myself. A few women on the train standing and sitting near by look at her occasionally. But one girl seated in front of me wanted to stare at her badly.

The confident chick and the seated chick met with their eyes. Confident chick started to puff out her chest. This is a sign of major self-assurance. Like a horse that stands tall and proud amongst the other small farm animals.

Okay, so most of the women on the train were checking her out. Okay, she was attractive in some way, I guess. But I think the clothes made her look hot. If she had on something less striking, would she get all this attention? No. The nose stood out and it stood out big. I was amazed at the size of her nose. When was she going to get a nose job? No really? Would I live my life with a nose that big? Most definitely not. But who am I to say anything. I don't have a big nose, but I'm not perfect.

Okay, so I tried to read my book. “Yes, read the book, Lani, read.”

"Have you heard from your sister?" "No." Ending a conversation with my mother is a mulit-phase process.

Damn it!! It didn't work. The nose is calling me. "Look at my nose. Look at it grow!" Damn the devil!! Am I rhyming here? Fuck! I gotta move my seat or this freak will have to get off.

Unfortunately, I do not move my seat, as she does not leave the train. I found that other women were fighting the urge as well. But the woman stood before us all tall and proud. Remember, she is the horse. The black stallion. Or shall I say white. Which is fiercer??

So, I say to myself, yet again, that I dig her outfit. Yes. The boots, no. She also had an orange hue about her face. Too much foundation. Wait!! Was it too much foundation that was causing women to look at her? I mean, I looked at her, but I really didn't look at her, you know? I didn't want to get caught looking at her like the seated girl in front of me did. Then I would have had to smile at her. And I don't smile at anyone.

Okay, sometimes I do.

So when she looked away, showing off her nose profile, I got to see that yes it was indeed alot of foundation. This was just way too much. And it was certainly a good reason to stare at her. So I started to wonder if she had looked at herself on the way out. But I realize that she hadn't. Lighting is important when applying make up, ladies. But I couldn’t use the make up excuse as the reason for the attention she was getting from me.

Her stop had come. She got off. I stayed on and watched as she left the train. Well sort of. Her walk was fierce. She had a strut that knocked me over in my seat. I mean, the men that were staring and trying to board the train. She seemed young. But that was fine. If she gets a nose job soon, she'll be able to continue on with life having the best time. Let's hope she watches alot of MTV. Girls at 15 are getting nose jobs and breast implants nowadays.

Sad....

Anyway, I was just amazed at her nose. Let's just get back to that. It was huge. But after she had left, the two women in front of me broke out in a quiet giggle and said, "Did you see all that make-up she had on her face?" They giggled and then I said to myself, "did they NOT see her nose?"