Princess XX
The newest addition to my STAR LRT celebrity member is Princess XX. Aptly named so because she is the epitome of femininity. The XX sex chromosome. She is the Puteri Lilin of legend. The damsel in distress. A fragile flower petal. The moment she enters the train, she will glide to the handrail and cling to it-- barely. As if the lightest of secret farts from nearby passengers can dislodge her from her place. She rests her weight on one foot. She lightly bends her leg and cocks her head to one side, letting her curls dangle. She looks up with hooded eyes, bedroom eyes. She pouts. Ever in the most feminine of dresses (perhaps she buys XXL at "Little Princess" outlets?). Strappy dresses (often the bellpepper variety! ) with a cardigan over. Sometimes a giant bow on her bosom. Her dainty feet are always in shoes fit for a ballerina. Crystal bracelets crawl up both her forearms. I wonder if she stirs interest in the men who share the train with her? Would men rush out to protect her from the crushing crowds of rush hour traffic or will she just be trampled to a pulp, her gentle cries of help drowned out by the din of the train? Until the next sighting...
Comments
Discreet...
@Will:
OMG.
@Ban:
But I like to think that she's actually faking it.
@Jason:
:P
@Savante:
Why poor?
@Adrien:
I would imagine you like Spiderman or Gumby.