So I got out of bed early today, hobbled off down to

the bus stop with my computer on my back and turned to

watch for the buses.  And there off to my right was

the cutest little asian chick I've seen all year.  She

was tight, tight, tight, wearing this little metallic

burnt red quilted jacket and tight black spandex pants

on clear plastic clogs, with burnt orange hair done up

in a 'dorothy hamill' bob.  I watched her for a bit

and she was kind of waving her hands from side to side

and up and down as if she was gesturing to someone.

Every now and then she would glance down at a sheet of

paper to study it, then go back to the gesturing, and

that's when I figured out she was working on some kind

of dance choreography moves.  Of course I had to check

it out. . .

  So I walked over to the bus sign and asked her if

the "70" had come by yet, expecting snotty attitude.

    She smiled this sweet little innocent smile at me

through those kitten-like eyes, squinted up her nose

and said "70, hmmmm, let me think. . . ."  "Oh, that

comes by in about five minutes." 

 She had this accent, so she's definitly from across

the pond and her open manner indicates not to many

guys from here have had a chance to show her the real

world yet. 

 I went back to waiting for the bus, watching her go

through her little arm waves and hip thrusts until the

bus came.  I sat down opposite her and watched her out

of the corner of my eye as she went through some more

'practice'.  My, she does have the moves. . .

 As the bus stopped it emptied of just about

everyone, except me and her, and I looked across at

her briefly and got a big smile back.  At the next

stop she tottered off on her clogs and I got off at

the next stop.

  I'm going to be getting up earlier more often from

now on.