khaki fish-tail parka,pink-soled trainers,and drain-pipe jeans.

stickie,
the dog-walker.

i sense that we shall speak,
eventually.
the way she holds herself as she walks by.

has been,
head bowed,
looking down at the the ground,
and slightly away from me.

well,
this morning,
it was looking almost straight ahead,
and not away from me.

we shall see.

try not to fk it up this time.

and this time,
up front with the "i'm a married bloke line".

we can chat without going down the "you know what road "

yeah but,
what if?

indeed.

I hope her husband beats you up.

shit!

hadn't thought of that either.

you HAVE got a fkn point there.

nah,
it wouldn't go that far.
and anyway,
if/when i speak,
she'll probably stop walking by again.

i have that effect on women.