Double touch!

Cosmicserpent brought up the top of the random touch: when an attractive person sits down next to you on the T, and your arms or leg make contact, and you keep that contact for the duration of your trip. Your arms brush together as you are reading your paper but in a natural way, nothing so forward as a grope.
This morning, I was flanked by a blond woman in a grey dress and a Chinese woman in a flower print dress. Then an Italian woman in a tan dress stood at the pole directly in front of me.
What could I do? I just sat and read my book. I never looked up. I'm sure my smirking was internal. A fine way to start off my week.

Sweet

My Ritual Designs outfit will be completed in a week. Perhaps in time for Dragon Con.
Wooooo!