Foolishness Stories

Somebody trod on my foot. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I said. I looked round into two beautiful, dark eyes and then down into a deep cleavage. A big, curvy girl, just my type. Long black hair. Black leather skirt.  The hot girl was trying to push her way through to the crowded bar. She glared at me. "You could buy me a drink," she suggested, as my pint arrived. "I'll have the same."  I nodded at the barman and he poured a second...

You're sitting in the train, looking out of the window as the landscape passes by, wondering what made you sit here, what made you follow her lure call. You sigh loudly—or lowly? You don't know, really, for the droning coming from your headphones drowns all exterior sounds. Loud enough, at least, to earn a worried look from the girl sitting in the same compartment. You choose to ignore her gaze as you are too absorbed by...