It was sunday and I didn’t want to work but I had to. I had a shitty night at work. It was raining when I left. Then I got on the number seven around 10 o’clock going north to gottingen.
And you know what? You were the cutest thing I had seen all day. All I wanted was a nice face, a little something to get me through the night.
Sometimes a pretty face is all you need.
—Hot for guys in blue bus driver shorts.
This article appears in Mar 26 – Apr 1, 2009.
And here I was thinking those shorts looked a bit off. Ah well, I’ll stick with my pants (I don’t own a pair of shorts).