Beautiful Girl

I am straight, dead straight...I have seen it all and done it all...so being straight is a point that I want to establish before saying the below.

This is about this girl that I saw in the bus on my way back home. She was young, had very short hair with quite a different and unique hair style. She had light eyes and I could make out that she was a British-Indian. She had long nose and well-set lips. She sat opposite me and I would look at her every now and then when I knew that she was not looking at me, not that I ever caught her looking at me, she was way too busy with her ipod.

To me she looked BEAUTIFUL. And the first thought that went through my mind when I saw her - Oh I would love to make love to her.

Now why did I think that way? WHY WHY WHY? I am not really sure whether I would discuss this with DH...maybe or maybe not...

PS: I am blogging about this 'cause there will come a day when I won't remember this girl and how beautiful she looked to me. I may even conveniently forget this girl 'cause she makes me question some fundamental facts about myself. I blog about this 'cause this blog is the closest I will come to being honest to myself....