co-eds

there are times when catching the number 25 bus is a chore, such as when it is packed, or when the driver is on a go-slow (it’s all about the schedule you know – no actually i don’t what i do know is that you are delaying me from getting where i want to go mr. bus driver!) or when the mad person is on there.
then there are times when it is a total pleasure – normally when it is taking me away from work, or it is running smoothly or nights like tonight.
the area i live in has a couple of universities and a teaching hospital in it, the 25 runs right by queen mary’s (one of the few london campus’ i have not studied at – but give it time…) a couple of times in the past as i wearily made my way home the journey has been made brighter by the arrival of the several lovely young female students who are off out to the student union bar. the first time they got on the bus they sat and stood opposite me, it was also a day when i had nothing to read so i was just looking about me. the students were dressed in very short skirts, revealing tops and high heels, the only thing that saved me from total embarrassment was that there was so much to look at i was 1] spoilt for choice 2] paralysed by the need to choose, so ended up just gazing ahead of me.
i could hear them talking about what they were doing that night (organising some student union event) but what i was most interested in was the amount of gorgeous flesh that was on view. it was a breathtaking reminder of my desire to go back to academia.
since that first encounter i have been smitten and have lusted after another chance to cast my (some would say old lecherous – hi emma) eyes on them. i have been lucky enough to be on the right bus at the right time a few times, it almost makes up for the morning madman.
tonight was another of those nights where i struck gold. several girls got on – all dressed in the regulation short skirt (i have no idea if it is a fraternity thing ala phi kappa spanka spanka but i do know it looks good) the make up and the chat about what they were going to be doing tonight.
now remember these are serious students and they have worries such as essays, exams, uni coming to an end, friendships drifting apart and the world of work. except tonight was slightly different as there has obviously been a change in the old guard of the student union club they were leading members of. in the group on the bus there was the departing president of their club and the new president of the club. the ex and new were trading the usual “i think you should have stayed as president” “no no you will do a fine job, really you will” type stuff.
heaven help me all i could think was that i had ended up in the lindsay lohan “mean girls” – the main difference being that these girls should know better, after all they are all trying to get degrees as lawyers or doctors….
do i feel any differently towards them now that i know they are wrapped up in a tiny senseless world of student politics and point scoring with each other? hell no with legs that good and skirts that short they can do little wrong in my eyes!

me shallow? never.