love at first sigh

a forced sigh emitted. body knocking against body; standing room only -- just before Ortigas a seat opens up, almost glowing angel, singing, just for next to it sits a man with good hair and stylish glasses.

vibes.

but it's all demeanor and dress. well, modish glasses, good hair and a reading book are just what i need now. calm karma, patience, i see, thoughtful.

so the best part of this empty seat, besides the man sitting next to it -- him, looking down at a book -- is the man's age. a mid-to-late-twenty-something , i seat myself with grace, with poise -- but, my timing is perfect, sitting down before the driver slams the pedal, before the bus lurches forth, and immediately i love this seat: he looks good, he reads, and God, he smells good too! i look at his book for title atop page, but seeing none, continue to enjoy his peripheral presence.