I love the way you walk by, staring at me with those creep eyes. Sitting in the lunchroom, headphones in, you listen to our conversation—oh, so subtly. Are you my arch nemesis, Mr. Cyberman, those headphones transmitting your creep information as I stare right back at you? Let’s be pals, stop the silence! —Direct and Fresh
This article appears in Jun 28 – Jul 4, 2012.
silence is now broken, what next?
Talked to the wrong gal, mate.