Public Transport, Ex G/F and Spandex Leggings

[paingain2000]

Hi to you all,

Iv'e posted before about my ex but didn't mention the issue of public transport.

As iv'e said before this was about 12 yrs ago now when i used to talk her into wearing skintight spandex leggings with ankle boots and a bomber jacket out in public, and although we used to go out-of-town, we always travelled on public transport.

It was a real buzz seeing different peoples reactions to her as they got onto the bus we were on. Groups of teenage boys were always the worst culprits for comments. Everything from wolf whistles to cries of "Oi, sexy legs" were often bounded about on the upstairs deck of the bus. This actually used to frighten her a little bit as they could be quite intimidating at the time, but i knew they were just beig young lads larking around.

I always wanted her to turn around to them when they jeered at her, but because she was so frightened she'd just freeze and go bright red. i remember one time telling her, before we boarded the bus that the best way to beat these guys would be to confront them, to just turn around to them. I'd say that was the last thing they would expect and it would probably un-balance them thus stopping them in their tracks. Of course i knew this wasn't true and in fact had she turned to them they'd have been all the more obnoxious towards her but i knew she'd never confront them anyway.

When we got onto the bus we'd go upstairs where there were less people, just a few knuckleheads and we sat towards the back, again infringing slightly on knucklehead teritory and the jeering would begin. I squeezed her just above the knee as a reassuring comforter and she'd turn her head slightly towards me to try and meet my gaze.

When the jeering continued i'd squeeze her harder, this time as a prompt to turn to them to face them, dis-arming them (allegedly), but she never did. Sometimes i'd really give her knee a good, hard squeeze as if to say "For God's sake will you just TURN AROUND TO THEM!" but she'd just look out of the window with a BRIGHT red face acting like nothing was wrong. Ha ha what a time of it i had with her, fond memories indeed, save for the arguments it caused when we returned home.

Ah well, can't make an omlette without breaking a few eggs.

Thanks for reading, see you all soon.