
Tonight, I was in the Tube, kind of sleeping (I didn't sleep a lot last night) when I saw a big blonde get into the train. No, it wasn't love at first sight but rather : "Why the fuck is she staring at me ???". She sat next to me, read a newspaper that she doesn't actually read and then approached by talking about... I don't remember. Anyway, what happened next was far too interesting to remember the approach.
She asked me what I was about to do that night, and stuff. I wondered if she was a prostitute, looking for customers in the Tube. But no. She said : "You are shy, your face is all red !" but, actually, it was just because I didn't have the time to purify my skin this morning with my Purifying Wash Gel : "It's because I've got a bad skin.". It was as glamourous as an ad for Nivea Visage with 2 stupid girls but she said : "I know something really good for skin : urin." !!! I asked her to repeat that and I told her I didn't really feel like trying it, having doubts about her sexuality. So I thought there had to be a hidden camera ot something. But no.
And then, shocker of all shockers, she told me I was handsome ! At that precise moment, I thought : "That's it. ONLY TOTALLY CRAZY BLONDE CHICKS MAY THINK I'M HANDSOME !" or this was hypocrisy. We kept talking a bit and she said to me in French : "Bonjour ! Ca va ? Petit pois !" so I answered "Rooboish" (tea from South Africa, her country). And she got off at Clapham North to have a date. So, she was not a whore !
She looked totally crazy but she was funny anyway. I still haven't understood why she talked to me.

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